<?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-6185382244378697581</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:44.123-07:00</updated><category term='Happiness and Love'/><category term='Things I LOVE'/><category term='A Way with Words'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='Juggling'/><category term='And Jakes Makes Four'/><category term='Our Family'/><category term='Wedding Bells'/><category term='Habits'/><category term='What a wonderful life....'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Secrets'/><category term='Tears'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='Photo Shoot'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Fireworks on the Beach'/><category term='Blink'/><category term='Smiles that last a lifetime'/><category term='Wants and Needs'/><category term='Make Room for Baby'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Inspired'/><category term='Here Comes the Bride'/><category term='Ego Boost'/><category term='Toasted Turkey'/><category term='Ballerinas'/><category term='Encouragement'/><category term='It&apos;s official'/><category term='Puppy Love'/><category term='A Perfect Day'/><title type='text'>Live, Laugh,Love....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2032466579710375603</id><published>2009-09-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:43:46.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the "blink of an eye" our little baby boy is 4 months old. It is almost indescribable how much love, peace, laughter, and joy our son has brought to our lives. We are so blessed! I am loving this stage, I am loving all the "firsts" Jack is experiencing (and we are experiencing through him). There are times that I just want to "freeze frame" the moment, because it is so special and I don't ever want to forget it. With the "blink of an eye" Jack is rolling over, smiling like crazy, babbling up a storm, eating cereal &amp;amp; veggies (and loving them), laughing, playing with his toys, grabbing at the toys with two hands, really holding his head up high when he is on his tummy, sitting/playing in his excersaucer (he loves it), he loves being read to, and he even "helps" mommy turn the pages of book(s), sometimes! A sweet transformation has taken place...from newborn to baby! We love you so much, sweet boy! You will forever be our little "monkey"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today Jack had his 4 month photo shoot with my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://kellehamptonphotography.com/"&gt;Kelle Hampton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;! Here are ust a few of the amazing shots Kelle took of our precious little boy! Thanks, Kelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1nEp77GMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KOzl1XJioIE/s1600-h/print+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1nEp77GMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KOzl1XJioIE/s400/print+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381070459451939010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1mZXWbvBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-8RugfiKfOw/s1600-h/print+8+best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1mZXWbvBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-8RugfiKfOw/s400/print+8+best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381069715728481298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1mGqoi6QI/AAAAAAAAAZs/CZrulUZmctk/s1600-h/print+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1livQOHeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7lCj4OHWv98/s400/print+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381068777252068834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1k14sAaQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3Yo9XOgsBG8/s1600-h/print+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1k14sAaQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3Yo9XOgsBG8/s400/print+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381068006690416898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1ksnQzWvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pu8JJoZndio/s1600-h/print+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1ksnQzWvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pu8JJoZndio/s400/print+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381067847394089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2032466579710375603?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2032466579710375603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2032466579710375603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2032466579710375603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2032466579710375603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/09/blink.html' title='Blink...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Sq1nEp77GMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KOzl1XJioIE/s72-c/print+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2918093435523411355</id><published>2009-08-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:32:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old Today...</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;three months old today&lt;/span&gt;! Where has the time gone? These have been the most incredible three months of our lives! The world is a better place because God has placed you in our hands and our hearts to love forever and ever! You are the greatest gift HE could ever give us! We love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure which direction to go with this post. On the one hand, I thought to myself I could list &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"90 Things I love About You"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3 months =90 days = 90 Things I Love About You).&lt;/span&gt; But then I thought the list extends far beyond the number 90. Then I decided to just write from my heart, write what I have been feeling these past three months. By the end of this post I will have somewhat combined the two. Here it goes, (deep breath, tears already rolling down my cheeks, before I even start writing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know how to explain my love for you, my sweet little boy. You have changed my life forever, and for the better. I never knew life could be this GOOD! From the time you were a "twinkle in my eye" to a "bean sprout" in my belly, I knew you were special. On the day you were born I was the happiest MOMMY in town! My heart was filled with love, happiness, and peace. I couldn't wait to hold you, kiss and hug you, listen to you cry (letting me know that you were REALLY here &amp;amp; everything was OK),stare at this miracle before me, which was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I definitely don't want to "fast forward" your life (I actually would like to "pause" it at times, as it seems to be going so fast already), I will "fast forward" this post. Your daddy &amp;amp; I look forward to teaching you so many things throughout your life. We want to fill your life with love, and provide you with so many opportunities that will hopefully help shape/mold you into the wonderful man I know you will one day become. Right now, we are learning from you. We are learning how to live stronger, healthier, richer (not in the monetary sense...your great-great grandfather used to always refer to being rich not as the "things" you possess, but the family and friends that surround you) and most importantly to love deeper. You have taught us that what we once thought was important, pales in comparison to what is important now. We have learned so much from you, and am certain we will continue to learn from you as we embark on this wonderful journey together, as a family. These past three months have been fabulous. We LOVE you Jack Adam Miller, more than words can ever say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(By: Mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love(d) seeing you for the first time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love kissing you on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love our first family photo (it is priceless).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love holding you in my arms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way you look at me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love taking you places.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love kissing your toes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way you  smell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way your soft baby skin feels.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your cries.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love spending one-on-one time with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you in nothing but a diaper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your smiles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you asked me to "Make it better Mama", without saying a word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your coos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the two dimples on your cheeks (face).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the little chub chub rolls on your legs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you rub your finger tips on your favorite blankie, when going "night night".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you hold your head up (you are so strong).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you kick your feet in the bathtub.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you rub your eyes, letting me know you're tired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how cute you look wrapped up in your MONKEY bath towel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the baby noises you make, when you drink your ba-ba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the way we talk with one another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that you're starting to laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love reading books to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love singing to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how your daddy loves you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you love your daddy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you are becoming so inquisitive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you are starting to roll over (what a big boy you are)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you hold my hand, when I rock you to sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that you have a pet fishie, Nemo, and that you can sit in front of the tank and watch him swim around &amp;amp; around for as long as I will let you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how your tiny fingers grab my wedding ring(s), while you drink your ba-ba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love how you rest your head on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your screetchy voice  that lets me know you're happy &amp;amp; excited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that I am really getting to know YOU - your wants &amp;amp; your needs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that you have so many people who love &amp;amp; care for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that I am your mama AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that you are my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason planted this tree in our front yard for Jack. The tree is a magnificent one, I wish I could remember the name of it. Anyway, it's gonna need plenty of room to grow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoQ4ZDA_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/0GVNSDHMdvE/s1600-h/DSC_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoQ4ZDA_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/0GVNSDHMdvE/s400/DSC_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366575807701648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack is 3 months old in this pic (08-05-09)...oh my, where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnirEX91KI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z4kBh5Jg6YM/s1600-h/DSC_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnirEX91KI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z4kBh5Jg6YM/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366569660525171874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh Oh, look who climbed into daddy's chair &amp;amp; got a hold of his remote control! What a little cutie...just look at his grin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoSPQgkSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iZmO3GJokI0/s1600-h/DSC_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoSPQgkSI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iZmO3GJokI0/s400/DSC_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366575831019720994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He's waiting for a text message from one of his buddies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoRkvBn5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/uSRKjtFlwjc/s1600-h/DSC_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoRkvBn5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/uSRKjtFlwjc/s400/DSC_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366575819604991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our little peanut caught a cold. This is the only way he could sleep comfortably because he was pretty congested! Poor baby! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoSfNqTJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XfzJoHwYhH0/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoSfNqTJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XfzJoHwYhH0/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366575835302743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jack, Me, Danny, &amp;amp; Becky (and our wittle cousin, in Becky's tummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Snnir3pScBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RMDwHgF3YM0/s1600-h/DSC_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/Snnir3pScBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RMDwHgF3YM0/s400/DSC_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366569674288033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cousin Roman, Paloma, and Jack (pic @ the Lavin family party)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnirrK4zNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UwSCMi8ZQ9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnirrK4zNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/UwSCMi8ZQ9Y/s400/DSC_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366569670939299026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/6185382244378697581-2918093435523411355?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2918093435523411355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2918093435523411355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2918093435523411355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2918093435523411355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-months-old-today.html' title='3 Months Old Today...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnnoQ4ZDA_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/0GVNSDHMdvE/s72-c/DSC_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2464422471776359575</id><published>2009-08-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:36:28.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby boy&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, how I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  uttering those words. I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the most beautiful baby boy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Adam Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was born into this world on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;May 5, 2009 at 6:59 PM. He was 7 lbs 3 oz &amp;amp; 19 in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never knew the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;magnitude&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until I became one. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bond &lt;/span&gt;between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; immediate&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh so natural&lt;/span&gt;. How quickly I fell in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with my baby. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;him from the moment I found out I was pregnant, but when he was born that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; grew tenfold (at least)&lt;/span&gt;. The moment I saw him (peering over the curtain, I had a C-Section), I knew my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;for him was like no other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I have ever felt, I knew I was in deep! I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forever remember &lt;/span&gt;his sweet, scrunchy face, his rosy cheeks, and his sweet, sweet newborn cry. I remember having the nurse bring him to me moments after he was born, so I could smell his sweet baby smell, and touch his soft baby skin, and tell him how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;These past three months (Jack will be 3 months on Aug 5, 2009), have been nothing less than glorious!&lt;/span&gt; I have treasured every moment. Our morning time is nothing short of perfect, and I couldn't imagine it being any more precious than it has! Each morning I  walk into his room, look into his crib &amp;amp; see my precious little peanut. Lately, I am greeted by the sweetest smile, when I go to pick him up. Then it's breakfast (bottle time). I sit on the rocker (sometimes w/coffee in hand) while he drinks his bottle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I find myself just staring in awe at him. It sometimes brings me to tears, &amp;amp; I think to myself "WOW! This is my/our baby." And I envision our life together, and dream of what he will make of this wonderful life he has ahead of him! &lt;/span&gt;Once he has had his bottle, it's PLAY TIME! Oh, do we have fun! I love how he's interacting with people now. We talk, and laugh &amp;amp; just make the most of the play session that we can! Our play time is followed by a nap. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; rocking him to sleep. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; his heavy breaths, as he falls into a deep slumber as he rests his sweet head on my shoulder! Our afternoons have been just as wonderful. There were days where we had play dates with friends, and other days we would be content to just stay home. When Jason comes home from work, I always make it a point to give them their daddy/son time. It is so precious to see the two of them together. Once we have all had dinner, it's time for our "night night" routine. Aside from our mornings together, I think this is a favorite time for me. Jack gets a bottle, then it's bath time, I put on his pj's and we read books, while sitting in the rocking chair. Alas, that leads into me rocking/singing to my sweet boy as he closes his eyes and falls fast asleep! Did I mention that throughout the day he gets a BILLION &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt; from me! Oh, how I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this boy! I have said it before, but I will say it again. I never used to fully understand the expression my mother would use, which was "I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you so much my heart hurts!" She used to say that to me when I was younger, and she still says it to my sisters. But I never grasped just how profoundly true that expression/statement was until I had Jack. WHEW, I do now! I seriously feel like my heart is going to explode from so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to end this post exactly, except to say I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my life. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt; than I ever thought I could be. I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful husband&lt;/span&gt;, and am a mother to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful baby boy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My life is complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhNoUTMdrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JjzrRvAinTY/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhNoUTMdrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JjzrRvAinTY/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366124311051269810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was about an hour after Jack was born. I had just come up to the room from recovery ,after my C-Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhNoqtL3cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6effEKUmOWg/s1600-h/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhNoqtL3cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/6effEKUmOWg/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366124317065862594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack loves his swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhRxb-gjXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-h5nrSh07pY/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhRxb-gjXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-h5nrSh07pY/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366128865777323378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet boy! He was such a peanut here. He was three weeks old!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhRxqs0lgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/nazUjp6m66k/s1600-h/DSC_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhRxqs0lgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/nazUjp6m66k/s400/DSC_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366128869729670658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here we are in Twin Lakes, WI. Jack is 2 1/2 months here. We are with Becky, Danny, &amp;amp; Baby Lee #2 (it's another boy, due in October)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;****I have been SUPER bad about updating my blog w/pics! I have a TON on FB, if you are on FB you can view them there! Going forward, I promise to get better at updating the blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2464422471776359575?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2464422471776359575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2464422471776359575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2464422471776359575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2464422471776359575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-baby-boy.html' title='My Baby Boy'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SnhNoUTMdrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JjzrRvAinTY/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5039131470310743933</id><published>2009-04-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:12:51.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELIVER ME...</title><content type='html'>So, Jason &amp;amp; I went to the doctor's yesterday. It was a good appointment, my BP was the best it has been in awhile. The doctor checked me, and we found out that I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 cm dilated &amp;amp; 70% effaced.&lt;/span&gt; That was exciting! Then he asked me how I was feeling, to which I replied, "Fine." He continued to say that he thought Jason &amp;amp; I should begin talking about dates next week. At first, I was a bit confused...but then realized he was talking about inducing me. He wanted Jason &amp;amp; I to pick a date next week for me to go into the hospital. Well, again Jason &amp;amp; I were a bit surprised. The doctor left the room, while I got dressed. As soon as I was done, we were supposed to let his nurse know what day we decided upon, and see if it was available per hospital policy (i.e. only  "x" number of scheduled inductions per day). Well, she had beat us to the punch. We walked out of the exam room &amp;amp; she told us that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am scheduled to go in on Monday at 7 PM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW, WOW, WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We were informed that I am to call the hospital an hour before I am scheduled to go in, just to make sure there is a bed for me. Jason &amp;amp; I left the doctor's office, a bit dazed. It was a HAPPY state to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason had to go back to work after the appointment, so I hung out with my mom for awhile. We made some phone calls to family &amp;amp; friends and shared the exciting news with them. Everyone was so excited! We have some odds &amp;amp; ends things to finish up before Monday, so that we are fully ready for when the baby comes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next post could very well be a post announcing the birth of Baby Miller, along with plenty of pics! &lt;/span&gt;If all goes well, Baby Miller will be here sometime on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 5, 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5039131470310743933?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5039131470310743933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5039131470310743933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5039131470310743933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5039131470310743933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/04/deliver-me.html' title='DELIVER ME...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7783269991216530700</id><published>2009-04-26T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:03:51.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Baby Shower &amp; Nursery Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On Friday, March 20, 2009, my friends and family threw me a surprise shower. All along, I thought my mom was throwing it for me on Saturday. I was totally surprised. My shower happened to coincide with my aunt and her kids being in Naples for spring break. It was very FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQB-Wn-KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IRuiKKToe4s/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQB-Wn-KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IRuiKKToe4s/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901885189945506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My mom, me, and my Aunt Nancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQT4z6QVcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/f8HqCwYFAO4/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQT4z6QVcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/f8HqCwYFAO4/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328906125814289858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My sisters, (Meg, Margret, &amp;amp; Sarah), along with my cousins, and a family friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQB1uhHlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mNsXW1hGs8s/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQB1uhHlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mNsXW1hGs8s/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901882874240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Auntie Margret, me, and Auntie Meagan (two of my sisters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBloE52I/AAAAAAAAAWc/41qnI7K__5E/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBloE52I/AAAAAAAAAWc/41qnI7K__5E/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901878552258402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My cousins, along with my sisters, and a family friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBQXMpvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MVloXi0YFvM/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBQXMpvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MVloXi0YFvM/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901872844318450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Baby Miller's crib...I love the dark (chocolate) wood with the blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBMlpUsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VQeS80tJVIg/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQBMlpUsI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VQeS80tJVIg/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328901871831175874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAXE8ULI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DoI42W7IzOE/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAXE8ULI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DoI42W7IzOE/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900757955301554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is the hallway which leads into the baby's bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAKVn29I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DT3BYFLVyGQ/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAKVn29I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DT3BYFLVyGQ/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900754535603154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The room...my Aunt Gwen painted the stars, and the stripes on the walls. Thanks, Gwenie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQO_6zgNYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EwbEk4hTvLg/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQO_6zgNYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EwbEk4hTvLg/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900750365963650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAYgGFzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5-jYK5Dk8gU/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQPAYgGFzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5-jYK5Dk8gU/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900758337623858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My mom helping out with the layout of the room. I found this cute wall art that went with the theme of the nursery. It was quite a coincidence! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQO_neCfpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zzbkuA1nWlM/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQO_neCfpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zzbkuA1nWlM/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328900745175662226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6185382244378697581-7783269991216530700?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7783269991216530700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7783269991216530700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7783269991216530700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7783269991216530700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-baby-shower-nursery-pics.html' title='Surprise Baby Shower &amp; Nursery Pics'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SfQQB-Wn-KI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IRuiKKToe4s/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7730658947367440299</id><published>2009-04-21T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:47:42.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia (No I am NOT Napping), a Lovely Day &amp; Contractions....</title><content type='html'>Here it is nearly 1:00 AM, and I am WIDE AWAKE, checking e-mails, catching up on friends' blogs, and attempting a new blog post, myself. My husband is sound asleep( I don't blame him...envy him, maybe, but no blame), and the dogs are all curled up right next to me. Anyway, as of late I have not been able to get to sleep at night. Earlier in my pregnancy, I used to be able to take about an hour nap, and I would still be able to get to sleep at a decent bedtime. I don't even nap anymore, and yet I can't sleep!  On the nights when I am able to get to sleep at a decent time (i.e. before 11:00 PM), I wake up around 1:30-2:00 AM, toss and turn for 45 minutes or      so ...then I fall back asleep. Sometimes I wake again around 4:00 or 4:30 and from that point, I just lye in bed until the sun light peeks through the blinds. This "routine" I have gotten myself into happens more than not. I guess it's par for the course...as insomnia is fairly common amongst pregnant women, especially in the 3rd trimester.  I have resolved to not let the lack of "traditional sleep/sleeping pattern" get the best of me. If I can get a couple hours in mid-morning, afternoon, so-be-it. If I can tack on a few more hours in the evening I am fine with that. I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Jason &amp;amp; I spent a wonderful day together. He didn't go into work today, as his car had to be brought into the shop, and I had another dr. appt. Our day began by dropping off the car. From there we went out to breakfast. It was so nice to enjoy each other's company. I love spending time with him. He "gets" me...on top of that, some of the qualities that I LOVE about him is ; his conversational ability, his wit, and the fact that he is such a good listenter. He truly is my best friend. OK, back to "our day"...during breakfast, I began to feel some contractions. They were somewhat irregular, and slightly uncomfortable. I figured I would mention them to the doctor when we saw him. When we got to the doctor's office,  my BP was higher than it was on Fri, but not as high as it was last Tues. I wasn't sure what he was going to recommend...Jason, my mom (she wanted to meet us there )&amp;amp; I were making "bets" as to what he'd say. To cut to the chase, I won the "bet". He didn't feel the need to do anything (i.e. induction)based on my BP. He did tell me to monitor my contractions closely, but more than likely he'd see me next week. After the appt, Jason &amp;amp; I had some time to kill before his car was ready. So, we drove around for awhile...then stopped at "our beach" for a short time. It was nice. My contractions had sort of subsided (much to the disappointment of my mom, whom I feel secretly wanted me to go into labor today, LOL!) From there Jason &amp;amp; I headed to get the car, and then decided to "splurge" and go out to dinner, too! We had a lovely dinner, despite the horrible server/service. We didn't let that get to us...we realized that we aren't going to get many of these days together for awhile once our 'lil peanut comes. A quiet evening at home after dinner, was spent together just the two of us...aahhhh! It was a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my contractions have started back up a bit, and they seem to be a bit more regular but not regular enough to pack the bags &amp;amp; head to the hopsital. We'll see...if they continue through the night, I might make a call to the doctor in the morning I will update my blog if that happens!  Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-7730658947367440299?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7730658947367440299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7730658947367440299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7730658947367440299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7730658947367440299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia-no-i-am-not-napping-lovely-day.html' title='Insomnia (No I am NOT Napping), a Lovely Day &amp; Contractions....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1418584553574874339</id><published>2009-04-17T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:51:15.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Doctor's Appointment</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor today for a follow up appointment. I had been to see him on Tues, for my regular weekly appt. At that time, my blood pressure had sky rocketed. My doctor was extremely concerned. I have been on bed rest for the past 3.5 weeks for this reason. I was shocked to hear that my BP had gone up. And I was WORRIED....worried for my health and the health of Baby Miller. Basically, he explained that we were looking at three possible scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If my BP drops, then we carry on.. and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;2) If my BP goes up, then he was going to induce me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;3) If my BP stayed the same, more than likely he would indce me on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Jason &amp;amp; I, and the doc were HOPING for scenario #1...being the best possible scenario. So, after I left his office on Tues, I was SHOCKED, and scared. I think Jason was feeling the same way. Sure, I am 36 weeks...and plenty of women give birth to healthy babies @ 36 weeks, I wanted more time, and felt like Baby M needed more time to grow healthy &amp;amp; strong in his mommy's belly. After all, our lil peanut weighed (as of Tues) 5 lbs 10 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my appt, I decided to put myself on STRICT bed rest. I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for the next three days that followed. This was my routine; Wake up, Jason brought me breakfast, I watched hours upon hours of tv, got up only to go to the bathroom (I did a lot of that as I was drinking GALLONS of water), &amp;amp; make myself lunch. On Thursday, I think I set a personal record of watching tv for 12 hours straight! Oh dear...that is somewhat embarrassing to admit!&lt;br /&gt;So today, (Friday), I went back to the doctor. I got up this morning, and packed "The Bags". I packed the diaper bag, and my bag for the hospital. Along with those items, I put the infant car seat, camera, and boppy pillow in the car. I had no idea what was going to unfold but I wanted to be prepared. Jason &amp;amp; my mom both met me @ the doc's office. While, we all tried to appear cool, calm, and collected I could feel the uncertainty &amp;amp; nerves of everyone. I did my best to engage in conversation, all the while my thoughts were on my BP. Finally, we got called into the office. The nurse had me pee in the cup, weighed me, and then she took my BP. That was nerve wracking to say the least....but I was happy to hear the nurse report what my BP was &amp;amp; that it had gone down significantly! A huge SMILE appeared on all of our faces. We met with the doc &amp;amp; he was very pleased with my BP. He said for me to keep doing whatever it was that I was doing....which of course was NOTHING! I was glad to hear him say let's keep going and see if we can go for another week or two! YAY! Music to everyone's ears!! :o) So, I go back to the doc on Tues. We'll see what he has to say then! In the meantime, I will be spending the weekend on BED REST! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1418584553574874339?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1418584553574874339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1418584553574874339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1418584553574874339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1418584553574874339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-doctors-appointment.html' title='A Good Doctor&apos;s Appointment'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5366928513144202462</id><published>2009-04-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:35:49.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks....Where Has the Time Gone?</title><content type='html'>I will be 36 weeks pregnant this week. I can't believe how fast my pregnancy is going! I have ABSOLUTELY LOVED being pregnant. I/we have had some "bumps in the road" with this pregnancy but despite that, I have felt incredible throughout. Sure, I was tired and had a 'bout of nausea in the beginning but I welcomed those symptoms. With each day that my 'lil doodlebug has been inside of me, my love for him has grown stronger and stronger. With every twist, kick, turn, somersault, punch, and hiccup my heart fills with joy. I never knew I would feel this way. I have never experienced a love like this. I can only imagine how I will be feeling when Baby Miller gets here. It's a weird feeling knowing that in a few weeks our baby will be here. While we are more than excited to meet our doodlebug, I have been a little sad. I love having him with me, every second, of every day. It may sound strange, but I almost want to "freeze" time. I guess, in essence what I am trying to say is that being pregnant is such a gift from God, and I feel so BLESSED to have experienced the gift. It is perhaps the greatest gift I have ever received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only a few weeks left, Jason &amp;amp; I have been busily finishing up his nursery. All the furniture is put together, we have been making a few trips to Babies R Us to pick up items that we hadn't yet got. I love looking into the nursery, it's amazing. I will post pics soon. I have lost my battery charger (for camera) &amp;amp; my USB cord, so no pics can be uploaded at this point. But I will get them up, I PROMISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am going to enjoy a day with my family...it's Easter. We are going to brunch &amp;amp; then just hang out. There are 17 of us today. It will be so much fun just to be together.  I heart my family so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5366928513144202462?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5366928513144202462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5366928513144202462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5366928513144202462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5366928513144202462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/04/36-weekswhere-has-time-gone.html' title='36 Weeks....Where Has the Time Gone?'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7434639497133862926</id><published>2009-02-16T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:06:47.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here Comes the Bride'/><title type='text'>A Long, Overdue Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this may seem like a step "backwards", but I never did post pics from our wedding. One of my friends "scolded" me for not including at least a few pics from our beautiful day. So, here I go, I will take you back to that MARVELOUS November day in Naples....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmMMWsUB7I/AAAAAAAAASI/EniCohE4W_I/s1600-h/pre+-+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmMMWsUB7I/AAAAAAAAASI/EniCohE4W_I/s320/pre+-+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424180083230642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready...I was so excited, I just wanted to get the "show on the road".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmMxDkr8NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kTJyPMHWEI8/s1600-h/pre+-+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmMxDkr8NI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kTJyPMHWEI8/s320/pre+-+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424810606129362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I moments before we left for the beach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmNR_3qipI/AAAAAAAAASY/Z2FPRSbQkME/s1600-h/pre+-+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmNR_3qipI/AAAAAAAAASY/Z2FPRSbQkME/s320/pre+-+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303425376547670674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my sisters helping me get ready in the room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmNtqRMrEI/AAAAAAAAASg/B-wheTudorU/s1600-h/pre+-+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmNtqRMrEI/AAAAAAAAASg/B-wheTudorU/s320/pre+-+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303425851785522242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmLCjd7-wI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dLGsiPjxbtE/s1600-h/pre+-+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmLCjd7-wI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dLGsiPjxbtE/s320/pre+-+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303422912202275586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a beach wedding. The beach parking was limited, so some of our guests took trolleys to the beach from the hotel. It was a fun way to get around town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmN9j8ZKyI/AAAAAAAAASo/oaPAfnpGvQQ/s1600-h/cer+-+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmN9j8ZKyI/AAAAAAAAASo/oaPAfnpGvQQ/s320/cer+-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426124965554978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the gorgeous program that my friend,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://enjoyingthesmallthings.blogspot.com"&gt;Kelle's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; dad, (the pastor who also presided over our ceremony) made for our special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://enjoyingthesmallthings.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmOYVTxzgI/AAAAAAAAASw/UYTyqJGKoKg/s1600-h/cer+-+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmOYVTxzgI/AAAAAAAAASw/UYTyqJGKoKg/s320/cer+-+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426584893574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our moms pouring a bit of the unity sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmOr4LnvfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gnQ2iohVDR4/s1600-h/cer+-+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmOr4LnvfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/gnQ2iohVDR4/s320/cer+-+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303426920672116210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Sarah, (one of my bridesmaids), and my cousin, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmavBbxKxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SVKumXwSjOg/s1600-h/cer+-+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmavBbxKxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SVKumXwSjOg/s320/cer+-+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303440168834902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My sister, Margret.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPBiNEYRI/AAAAAAAAATA/LM8nfiA4o2U/s1600-h/cer+-+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPBiNEYRI/AAAAAAAAATA/LM8nfiA4o2U/s320/cer+-+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303427292729729298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meagan, the oldest of my three younger  sisters.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPZAY0MCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sxjjO6OmZXM/s1600-h/cer+-+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPZAY0MCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sxjjO6OmZXM/s320/cer+-+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303427695969054754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad and I walking down the aisle. Thank goodness no one tripped, or slipped on that bridge. It was sandy, and thus slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPmf9BMYI/AAAAAAAAATY/rTnX17Q_Kkk/s1600-h/cer+-+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmPmf9BMYI/AAAAAAAAATY/rTnX17Q_Kkk/s320/cer+-+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303427927780700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rik (our pastor) did such an amazing job with the ceremony. Our family and friends couldn't stop talking about how wonderful it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmQtBQaEjI/AAAAAAAAATw/gSifAcAq3j4/s1600-h/cer+-+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmQtBQaEjI/AAAAAAAAATw/gSifAcAq3j4/s320/cer+-+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303429139311235634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The day was beautiful...the sun was shining, the breeze was gentle, and the sound of the ocean waves crashing behind us was so serene.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmP1Q7C2GI/AAAAAAAAATg/WYbTA_5YYIY/s1600-h/cer+-+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmP1Q7C2GI/AAAAAAAAATg/WYbTA_5YYIY/s320/cer+-+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303428181443926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason saying his vows. He was precious...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmQHHSR2qI/AAAAAAAAATo/UY7hXxA-rSE/s1600-h/cer+-+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmQHHSR2qI/AAAAAAAAATo/UY7hXxA-rSE/s320/cer+-+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303428488094669474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The unity sand...it turned out great. The jar sits on top of our bedroom dresser.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmRScC5asI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9534oYvjJ2A/s1600-h/bg+-+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmRScC5asI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9534oYvjJ2A/s320/bg+-+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303429782157486786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YAY!!! We're Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Jason Miller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmR98McQKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wCzESoqFdHU/s1600-h/rec+-+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmR98McQKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wCzESoqFdHU/s320/rec+-+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430529521828002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Naples Hilton did such a outstanding job with the room decor. Our flowers were BEAUTIFUL beyond words. Thanks to Kim, the owner of Flower Children (a local florist shop in Naples, FL).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSOH7ntMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8KVanCMamBo/s1600-h/rec+-+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSOH7ntMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8KVanCMamBo/s320/rec+-+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430807550407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let the PARTY begin! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSrCE1z2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/gZwwf4GG-H0/s1600-h/rec+-+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSrCE1z2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/gZwwf4GG-H0/s320/rec+-+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303431304194674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright all you single ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSblxxtLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gPQEVjwfGB4/s1600-h/rec+-+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmSblxxtLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gPQEVjwfGB4/s320/rec+-+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303431038900483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rik letting loose...I LOVE it! He sure knows how to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmS3Y8ufvI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jpVVvTBK6vI/s1600-h/rec+-+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmS3Y8ufvI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jpVVvTBK6vI/s320/rec+-+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303431516493086450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wedding day was so full of life, laughter, and most importantly LOVE. It was truly one of the most magical days of our lives!&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/6185382244378697581-7434639497133862926?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7434639497133862926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7434639497133862926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7434639497133862926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7434639497133862926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-overdue-post.html' title='A Long, Overdue Post...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SZmMMWsUB7I/AAAAAAAAASI/EniCohE4W_I/s72-c/pre+-+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6710462394994465430</id><published>2009-02-15T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T05:35:28.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Room for Baby'/><title type='text'>Getting the Nursery Ready for Baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, baby Miller isn't expected until May 12th (he knows he needs to stay in mommy's tummy as long as possible), but I/we figured it's not to early to get started on decorating his new room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;We had the baby bedding and furniture (crib, changing table, and dresser) all picked out ordered and delivered. Well, the bedding came, and let's just say it wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be. So, I got to thinking that perhaps I should take another look at the furniture. I was really contemplating whether or not to stick with the light furniture or not. Thus,  the search began anew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love this&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Concordia-5-in-1-Crib-in-Espresso/dp/B001GSM9AY/sr=1-1/qid=1234716092/ref=sr_1_1/189-2570410-0233759?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;rh=k%3AConcordia%205-in-1%20Crib&amp;amp;page=1"&gt; crib&lt;/a&gt;, and this is the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Tiddliwinks-Blue-Dot-Collection/dp/B001D4RRDU/sr=1-2/qid=1234716204/ref=sr_1_2/189-2570410-0233759?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;rh=k%3ATiddliwinks%20blue%20dot%20collection%20bedding&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;bedding&lt;/a&gt; we are now going to go with it. I looked at a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Graco-Sarah-Dressing-Table-Espresso/dp/B001LMUBIM/sr=1-15/qid=1234716493/ref=sr_1_15/189-2570410-0233759?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pricerange=&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=1038576&amp;amp;rh=k%3Achanging%20table&amp;amp;page=4"&gt;changing tables&lt;/a&gt;, and I really like this one. I know we need storage space, thinking about this &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Graco-Kimberly-Combo-Unit-Espresso/dp/B001LMSHQ0/ref=sc_ri_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=128H1M3NXETV6DZA1B4W&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=465348991&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B001LMXQDY&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=bottom-11&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=A1VC38T7YXB528&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201"&gt;dresser.&lt;/a&gt; Now that we have the bedding all picked out, we can move onto the paint color(s). I am going to look with my mom today. We are also replacing the carpet in the bedroom, because it needs it. So, we have a lot to get done in a relatively short period of time. I love to decorate and have to stop myself from getting carried away. It's so easy to do....good thing I have Jason to "pull back the reins"...LOL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at my "baby ticker" at the top of my blog, I can't believe how fast this pregancy has gone! It seems like just yesterday I was taking the home pregnancy test...and now I am almost 28 weeks pregnant. I have absolutely LOVED being pregnant! I love having my 'lil peanut with me every minute of every day, and feeling all the little kicks, punches, flips, and somersaults throughout the day &amp;amp; night. I talk to him, sing to him, and just dream as to what our life will be like with our 'lil guy! I am so excited to hold him, love him, kiss and squeeze him! For now, I want him to continue to grow healthy and strong. This is an exciting time in our lives, and Jason and I continue to count our blessings each and every day!&lt;/span&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/6185382244378697581-6710462394994465430?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6710462394994465430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6710462394994465430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6710462394994465430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6710462394994465430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-changing-tabledresser-combo.html' title='Getting the Nursery Ready for Baby....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7095976755489403449</id><published>2008-12-25T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:57:11.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST Christmas Present Ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! I woke up with a smile on my face, love in my heart and peace in my soul this morning! Today is Christmas, which is special in and of itself. But  today, on Christmas day, I am 20 WEEKS pregnant!!!  I am half way through my pregnancy! What a Christmas gift, I couldn't ask for anything else! I had my 2o week u/s earlier in the week and everything is perfect. Our lil boy is growing, and everything looks GREAT!!! We get more and more excited with each passing day! Jason and I have started planning for the nursery! My aunt is going to help us paint it! Details  will follow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For now, I will make Christmas breakfast, Jason and I will open up presents, make phone calls to relatives far away, and we will spend this afternoon with my family! A PERFECT CHRISTMAS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you! May it be filled with family, friends, love, and laughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-7095976755489403449?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7095976755489403449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7095976755489403449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7095976755489403449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7095976755489403449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='The BEST Christmas Present Ever....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2634648555656317254</id><published>2008-12-04T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:46:46.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a wonderful life....'/><title type='text'>A BABY BOY......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday was one of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOST INCREDIBLE&lt;/span&gt; days of my life! Yesterday Jason and I found out that we are going to have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BABY BOY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; We had a level 2 u/s because we had a little scare (I will post about the scare/concern we had at another date). The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FABULOUS NEWS&lt;/span&gt; is that our son is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEALTHY, HEALTHY, HEALTHY!&lt;/span&gt; Right before the tech began our u/s she asked, "Now, do we want to know the sex of the baby? We'll definitely be able to tell during this u/s." Jason and I looked at each other, we had spoken about it the night before, and even while we were in the waiting room. We both shook our heads and said, "YES"!&lt;br /&gt;Originally we were going to keep the gender a surprise....but given the circumstances I needed to know that my baby was HEALTHY and then I just had to know if I was going to have a son/daughter! So, when Maggie, the u/s tech(who is MAGNIFICENT by the way), was able to reveal the gender she typed these words next to our lil guy's anatomy on the screen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B-O-Y!!! There was no doubt in her mind that we were looking at a boy!!! Tears filled my eyes with love, excitement, and happiness. Jason was overwhelmed with emotions too! It was a moment that we will never forget....it was so precious!&lt;br /&gt;After the u/s Jason had to go to work. My mom and I went shopping. We hit Baby Gap, and Target. It was so much fun looking and shopping around not just for baby stuff (don't get me wrong that can be fun in and of itself), but baby boy stuff!!! Baby Gap had a great sale...so we bought a few newborn outfits! We also bought him is first toy, and his first book, Good Night Moon.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to sheer willpower to not go overboard buying things...we'll see how I do! Wish me luck!! As I close this post, I feel a different person. I am a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wife, mommy-to-be&lt;/span&gt;, daughter, sister and friend. My life seems to have such a new purpose now! My life is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt;. I am so happy! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am feeling very blessed, and am thankful for all that I/we have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2634648555656317254?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2634648555656317254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2634648555656317254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2634648555656317254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2634648555656317254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-boy.html' title='A BABY BOY......'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6306674038659283341</id><published>2008-10-19T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:05:27.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Family'/><title type='text'>We're Having a Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason and I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG news!! &lt;/span&gt;We are having our 1st baby!! We are going to be parents! Both Jason and I  are sooooo excited, thrilled, ectastic....I think you get the idea!!! :o) We had our 1st ultrasound ( I was 8 weeks), on October 9, 2008! I have pics of our cutie pie from the doctor's appointment. When I took a pic of the pic, it didn't come out as clear! I didn't even think of bringing my camera to the doc for our 1st u/s....I am definitely going to bring it to our next appt. I/we go back to the doctor for my 12 week appointment on Nov. 6th. I will be getting another u/s at that appt, and WILL DEFINITELY post pics!! When we saw our 'lil peanut for the first time, we were in awe! It was incredible....it's truly remarkable! We saw the baby's heartbeat &amp;amp; HEARD the heartbeat...LOUD &amp;amp; CLEAR! 168 beats per minute!! WOW! WOW! WOW! The doctor said everything looked beautiful, and gave us our due date! (Drumroll, please....) I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUE on May 19, 2009!&lt;/span&gt; Jason &amp;amp; I keep going back &amp;amp; forth as to whether or not we want to know the sex of the baby! As of right now, we don't plan to find out. I figure, there are so few PLEASANT surprises in life, that this should be one of them! For those of you who know me, you might be thinking to yourself, "How is Lavin going to be able to wait that long....she can't stand it when her b-day or Christmas comes along and she doesn't know what her present(s) are!!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, this is a present that I have wanted more than anything in life! I can wait for this present!!&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wanted to be a mommy. Being the oldest of 17 grandkids, and the oldest of four children, I definitely have had practice w/babies! I was the family babysitter for MANY, MANY years! I loved every minute of it! Jason is going to be a great daddy! He is into the baby books (yes, I bought some, and one of my friends let me borrow some of her baby/pregnancy books, too)! He is so cute, he likes to rub my tummy softly and talk to the baby! My heart just melts when he does it! He makes sure I am taking my vitamins, getting enough sleep, and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our families are beyond excited!&lt;/span&gt; They already love this baby soooo much! Whenever I talk to my mom on the phone or txt her, she ends the conversation w/ I luv u, all 3 of you! :o) Jason's sister has one little boy, and is expecting her 2nd child ( a girl) this Feb. So, our baby will be the third grandchild on the Miller side of the family. This 'lil peanut will be the 1st grandchild on my side of the family, and the 1st&lt;br /&gt;great-grandchild!!! My grandma Lavin comes to FL from Jan-April. Well, now that her 1st great grandbaby is due in May, she has already decided to extend her stay until June! LOL....so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I feel so lucky to have each other, and our baby! We have been blessed!&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/6185382244378697581-6306674038659283341?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6306674038659283341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6306674038659283341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6306674038659283341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6306674038659283341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-having-baby.html' title='We&apos;re Having a Baby!'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1099853033358023720</id><published>2008-09-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:15:18.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Bells'/><title type='text'>Wedding Checklist</title><content type='html'>Location....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Dress....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Party....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Flowers....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Officiant....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Attire for Groom....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Attire for Bridal Party....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;DJ....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Menu....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Guest List &amp;amp; Invitations....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Photographer....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Accessories (for the Bride)....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Hair &amp;amp; make-up appointments scheduled....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Rings (his &amp;amp; hers)....CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to sit back, relax and enjoy the next few weeks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; stress free....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRICELESS! &lt;/span&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am pleased to announce that we have accomplished a lot in the last few weeks in regard to our upcoming wedding! We are both soooooo excited, and can't believe it is just about 7 weeks away! I would say picking out &amp;amp; purchasing the wedding bands make it SOOOO much more real!!!! CAN'T WAIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1099853033358023720?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1099853033358023720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1099853033358023720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1099853033358023720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1099853033358023720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-checklist.html' title='Wedding Checklist'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3984873897984922092</id><published>2008-08-31T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:04:53.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness and Love'/><title type='text'>ENGAGED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m back from my hiatus! I had a wonderful summer, it went so fast. The MOST EXCITING thing that occurred over the summer was that I got engaged to the love of my life! Jason and I have been together for a little more than a year and a half. He totally surprised me, the night that proposed! Once upon a time, I envisioned a proposal where there were roses, candles, music....basically, the most romantic ambiance a girl could ever ask for.  That however was not the case the night with Jason and I, but now looking back I couldn't have asked for a better "setting". We were at home, he had cooked a fabulous dinner. At the close of  a nice, relaxing evening together he asked me to marry him! He told me that he has loved having me by his side, and wanted me by his side for the rest of his life. Then he asked the question, "Will you marry me?" It was SOOOO perfect! I WAS TOTALLY SHOCKED, AND CAUGHT OFF GUARD! I, of course, said, "YEESSSSSSSS!" After Jason proposed to me, I realized that grand illusion I once held, was NO longer important to me. The way in which Jason proposed to me, was PERFECT! After I had said YES to him, the phone calls to parents and some family members began! It was LATE, but it didn't matter! Everyone was THRILLED! We are so excited to begin our new life together, to embark on a new and exciting journey! We don't have a date set yet, but are leaning towards late spring or early summer of next year!&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/6185382244378697581-3984873897984922092?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3984873897984922092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3984873897984922092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3984873897984922092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3984873897984922092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/08/engaged.html' title='ENGAGED'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6518649676653615098</id><published>2008-07-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:07:21.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks on the Beach'/><title type='text'>Snapshots From the 4th of July....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;technically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I am still on my "blog break" but, I figured a sneak peek as to what we have been up to wouldn't hurt!  Hope you all had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fantastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4th of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2j5kpRDI/AAAAAAAAANI/pJgCTxAFooo/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2j5kpRDI/AAAAAAAAANI/pJgCTxAFooo/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221561545848865842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;his is the pier (where the fireworks are shot off from) in Ft. Myers Beach, FL. It was a beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sunny day.&lt;/span&gt; The breeze coming off of the Gulf  was so refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHdwAxS9bbI/AAAAAAAAANg/XhWtz5K01VY/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHdwAxS9bbI/AAAAAAAAANg/XhWtz5K01VY/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221765451494550962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think this is one of my favorite shots of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2kRdCbgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KSFrZ9hsPV8/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2kRdCbgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/KSFrZ9hsPV8/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221561552259411458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This shot was taken from the table where we were having dinner. We sat at the outdoor deck area of this restarant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pierside Grill &amp;amp; Blowfish Bar.&lt;/span&gt; It was right on the beach.Very romantic! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2kmTre1I/AAAAAAAAANY/L-YUXr95KqI/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2kmTre1I/AAAAAAAAANY/L-YUXr95KqI/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221561557857303378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e better fireworks pics of the night. The strand of lights were on the deck. They're kind of in the way, but you get the idea! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics of our fun day/night can be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://gallery.mac.com/funinthesunnaples/100014"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6518649676653615098?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6518649676653615098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6518649676653615098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6518649676653615098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6518649676653615098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/07/snapshots-from-4th-of-july.html' title='Snapshots From the 4th of July....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SHa2j5kpRDI/AAAAAAAAANI/pJgCTxAFooo/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-4017462267756750112</id><published>2008-07-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:28:37.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Blog Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have enjoyed blogging, it has served as a creative, expressive outlet for me to write about things from just every day ordinary life to expressing my inner most thoughts (and fears). With that said, I am going to take a little 'blog break' or hiatus from blog land. Summer seems to be slowly slipping away, and there is still so much I hope to accomplish before the start of a new school year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the Fall! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-4017462267756750112?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/4017462267756750112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=4017462267756750112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4017462267756750112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4017462267756750112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-break.html' title='Blog Break'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-4116129126852213622</id><published>2008-06-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:56:49.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Home Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yesterday Jason &amp;amp; I stayed at home. We spent much of the day in the yard, working on landscaping projects and finishing up the big project(drum roll, please)......finishing the fence! Our yard (front &amp;amp; back) is completely fenced in! YAY!! We had the fence professionally installed in the front yard, and most of the back. We finished the part where you can't really see it due to trees, and shubbery. Basically, all that covers our "mistakes," LOL!! OMG, it was so H-O-T! That project alone took 4 HOURS! WHEW! From there, I headed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.homedepot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I LOVE shopping....in the past it was clothes, purses, shoes, etc. Now my "wants and needs" have changed. I am more focused on items for the house. These things were on my shopping list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-onlPMTqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IRtYWKBy2jg/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-onlPMTqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IRtYWKBy2jg/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215072291482521250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lighting fixture for front entrance/hallway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-nSYeVMoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tjdrQvOcorw/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-nSYeVMoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tjdrQvOcorw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215070827767476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lighting fixture for dining room (it will go over our kitchen table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-nSunba6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W2woBt5JlQ8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-nSunba6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W2woBt5JlQ8/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215070833711213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fresh paint for the family room, dining room, and kitchen. The colors are: raffia (it's like a toasted almond), and parchment paper (cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-ksMvPZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8YeuR_NoKpI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-ksMvPZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8YeuR_NoKpI/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215067972758890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;New "wood" blinds for our windows in the family room &amp;amp; dining room. I say "wood" cuz there faux/fake! BIG $$$ saver. Plus, you really can't tell unless you inspect them CLOSELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-4116129126852213622?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/4116129126852213622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=4116129126852213622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4116129126852213622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4116129126852213622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-makeover.html' title='Home Makeover'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SF-onlPMTqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IRtYWKBy2jg/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3112467537187317647</id><published>2008-06-19T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:05:56.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facelift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;***UPDATE...ok, I think I have put almost everything back in its "place", as it should be. I need to add my pic of the "Jakester", like it was before. I created a new playlist...figured a new blog "face" needed some new music! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;***Original Post~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Trying to give my blog, a facelift. I think I like this...not sure!? I would like to rearrange it a little bit. I am gonna keep playing with it until I get frustrated! It probably won't take long, for me to get frustrated that is! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OH NO...I lost all my music and blogs/links...CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-3112467537187317647?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3112467537187317647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3112467537187317647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3112467537187317647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3112467537187317647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/facelift.html' title='Facelift'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6123984893907607217</id><published>2008-06-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:28:29.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunday proved to be a busy one. I felt such a sense of accomplishment as I was able to check things off my "To Do" list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ0pi-N9I/AAAAAAAAALY/V0UlcNIHgSA/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ0pi-N9I/AAAAAAAAALY/V0UlcNIHgSA/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452379768534994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Begin providing TLC to a garden, that sadly had been "neglected" ....CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ1F-JUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/LJ1ho2Q5nmA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ1F-JUvI/AAAAAAAAALg/LJ1ho2Q5nmA/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452387398701810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Clean the kitchen, wash the floors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, etc....CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ3kJSWmI/AAAAAAAAALo/OhnGKoMrxgc/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ3kJSWmI/AAAAAAAAALo/OhnGKoMrxgc/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452429858232930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Clean the bathrooms....CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ4Gzy1NI/AAAAAAAAALw/aX38Z-tYhi4/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ4Gzy1NI/AAAAAAAAALw/aX38Z-tYhi4/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452439163327698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Replace the old kitchen table......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ5TmJRFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SdgBhf12ZYo/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ5TmJRFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SdgBhf12ZYo/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212452459775607890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;with a new table set.....CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6123984893907607217?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6123984893907607217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6123984893907607217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6123984893907607217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6123984893907607217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFZZ0pi-N9I/AAAAAAAAALY/V0UlcNIHgSA/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3658288890437980775</id><published>2008-06-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:38:43.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habits'/><title type='text'>The DOUBLE Twist....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For those who know me, you know I have a "little" habit of twisting my hair...hee, hee! Ok, I have basically been twisting my hair MY ENTIRE LIFE! I think I came out twisting/twirling my hair! LOL! ;-) Anyway, I had this massive paper to write for one of my classes. It had to be submitted by 12:00 AM. I was putting the 'final touches' on it...I was stressed....I resorted to the, (drum roll please), DOUBLE TWIST! I just sat at my laptop with a blank stare on my face, and began twisting my hair! Poor Jason, he had to endure the wrath of STRESSED OUT STEPH! I think I snapped at him twice for NO reason....he finally retreated to the bedroom and just watched tv. The GOOD NEWS is I got my paper in AND on time. Now, I can relax and laugh at myself....had to include a pic of the DOUBLE twist for those of you who have never seen it before! Please keep in mind, this picture and post happened at 12:44 AM...just sayin' :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Note to reader &amp;amp; disclaimer~ the original pic did not post, therefore the pic below is a reenactment! I had just stepped out of the shower, after the assignment posted....which is why my bangs look the way they do!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFKfh5cShXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RfdTMyeOxcI/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFKfh5cShXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RfdTMyeOxcI/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211403123525059954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;P.S. - no, the ring on my finger is not "indicative" of an engagement ring. My friend Lisa saw this picture, and called me to ask. It does have significant meaning though. Jason made me 3 promises....this ring represents those promises and normally is worn on my other hand. For those of you who know me well, I have another habit. I am constantly playing with/fidgeting with my jewelry...especially my rings. Sometimes I do it, without even realizing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&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/6185382244378697581-3658288890437980775?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3658288890437980775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3658288890437980775' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3658288890437980775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3658288890437980775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/double-twist_10.html' title='The DOUBLE Twist....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SFKfh5cShXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RfdTMyeOxcI/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1855201331771351599</id><published>2008-06-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:17:13.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballerinas'/><title type='text'>Beauty and Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sisters have been dancing for over ten years.  This past Sunday, the dance company they are with had their showcase. My sisters are truly gifted dancers, as are the other 44 dancers whom they shared the stage with. When I watch them dance, I am awed by their beauty, elegance, grace, creativity, and expressive form(s) of dance. Unfortunately, I could not take pictures during the performance(s), due to the flash blinding them. I couldn't help myself...I snapped a couple of pics. It is not an up close shot, and there is no flash. The other pics are with some family members after the show! It was a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3utToE_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/twK-FRIFYCM/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3utToE_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/twK-FRIFYCM/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082806067429330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the opening number. It was EXPLOSIVE...literally and figuratively. The dance was choreographed to the song, "TNT"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3ut_Cfp6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UXsqg2jmfOs/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3ut_Cfp6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UXsqg2jmfOs/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082817720952738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Margret &amp;amp; Meagan (backstage...in between performances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uuT6peQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/08FUL3vn3EI/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uuT6peQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/08FUL3vn3EI/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082823325186306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were to be NO parents backstage whatsoever....can you tell they were getting a little annoyed with me! Hey...I am not a parent! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uu-R7VGI/AAAAAAAAALA/aOotf4b4bsw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uu-R7VGI/AAAAAAAAALA/aOotf4b4bsw/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082834697114722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show...they were EXHAUSTED. They danced their hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;(Mom, Meggie, Margret , and Gram Dorothy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uwk5PIQI/AAAAAAAAALI/toGp1F20-bQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3uwk5PIQI/AAAAAAAAALI/toGp1F20-bQ/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082862242406658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meagan, me, and Margret!&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/6185382244378697581-1855201331771351599?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1855201331771351599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1855201331771351599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1855201331771351599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1855201331771351599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-and-grace.html' title='Beauty and Grace'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3utToE_9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/twK-FRIFYCM/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8016435502430808519</id><published>2008-06-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:22:55.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>I have a goal. My goal this summer is to read 2-4 pieces of good literature, aside from the required grad school reading I have to do. I have begun to read Ken Follett's book, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Pillars of the Earth, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I hate grammatical errors, and not underlining a book title is one of them...sorry. I can't figure out how to underline text). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jC4hWtNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_FqNii9Ffjg/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jC4hWtNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_FqNii9Ffjg/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jC4hWtNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_FqNii9Ffjg/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210069982609061074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the 2nd book on my summer reading list. I saw Oprah preview it on her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jDoqSgeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dntjmQfuNP8/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jDoqSgeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dntjmQfuNP8/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210069995531436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Follett was also on Oprah's show. That's how I heard of his book. He has another book entitled, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Eye of the Needle.&lt;/span&gt; I am hoping to get to that book before August. Has anyone read any of these books? I would love to get a book club going! Let me know! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/6185382244378697581-8016435502430808519?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8016435502430808519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8016435502430808519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8016435502430808519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8016435502430808519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SE3jC4hWtNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_FqNii9Ffjg/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-9042550119212303461</id><published>2008-06-05T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:11:35.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toasted Turkey'/><title type='text'>Martha Stewart, I Am Not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEicGgRawYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wZawG1ZXcNY/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEicGgRawYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wZawG1ZXcNY/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208584604610118018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Note to reader: the picture above was to appear at the bottom of the post....can't fix it, sorry)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Despite the dinner debacle, we made the most of it. I love it when we can sit down at the dinner table together, as a family! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiZ0QOHDiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OSA6BOn_SJU/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiZ0QOHDiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OSA6BOn_SJU/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208582092040375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have been so busy with work and grad school lately. I have had NO desire to cook or clean, or clean the kitchen. FORTUNATELY, Jason came to the rescue. He is a GREAT cook. I lucked out in that department. Well, I no longer have the excuse of being "too busy", as I am on summer vacation. So, I decided to prepare and cook dinner for the two of us tonight. A simple meal, is what I had planned. I was going to make turkey gorditas. YUM! Well, everything was going so smoothly. That's when it happened...I let the turkey meat begin to burn! YIKES!!! Well, I had gotten a phone call....headed over to the computer and I COMPLETELY forgot about the dinner that I was cooking! As soon as I realized it, I ran over to the stove and salvaged what I could! We made the best of the dinner...actually, it wasn't so bad. However, I don't think I will be getting any call(s) from Martha or her staff, wanting to feature my recipe for turkey gorditas! ;-) LOL!  Thank God Jason loves me for reasons other than my cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-9042550119212303461?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/9042550119212303461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=9042550119212303461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/9042550119212303461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/9042550119212303461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/martha-stewart-i-am-not.html' title='Martha Stewart, I Am Not!'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEicGgRawYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/wZawG1ZXcNY/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7096434350762377882</id><published>2008-06-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:41:51.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Love'/><title type='text'>Snapshots of a GROWING  Puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiU9SGM6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HL44Aysz6iY/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiU9SGM6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HL44Aysz6iY/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208576749604759858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jake is getting SO big, SO fast.  He is almost 14 weeks. In one month's time he had TRIPLED his weight! WOAH! He LOVES his "daddy"....this is one of his favorite spots to be. He is always snuggled up next to Jason or me! He is so cuddly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiSux0sMOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xFHzLhouWpE/s1600-h/DSC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiSux0sMOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xFHzLhouWpE/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208574301399953634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He is SWEET, and CUTE as ever! He is such a good puppy. Every now and then, when no one is looking....he gets himself into puppy trouble!&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/6185382244378697581-7096434350762377882?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7096434350762377882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7096434350762377882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7096434350762377882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7096434350762377882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/snapshots-of-growing-puppy.html' title='Snapshots of a GROWING  Puppy...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SEiU9SGM6TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HL44Aysz6iY/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2877374356462142198</id><published>2008-06-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:43:05.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Love &amp; Goosebumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Note to reader: pictures to follow. I am not at home, and don't have the pic or my camera to post right now). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, or have read...last week there was an enormous brushfire where we live. Long story short, we had to evacuate. Jason faced this task alone. He grabbed what he could, what he thought to be most important. Amidst our "things", he brought only one framed picture. When he showed it to me, I absolutely lost it.......UGLY CRY to the MAX! It was a picture of my cousin, Kelly, and I. For those of you who don't know, my cousin Kelly died in a car accident eight years ago. We were so close, she was like my sister! Jason told me that he knew this picture was SO SPECIAL to me, and he couldn't stand the thought of me not having it. Fortunately, our house was not damaged by the fire. We are GRATEFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so moved by this emotional, thoughtful, loving gesture by Jason. He's INCREDIBLE!!! Thank you Jason, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2877374356462142198?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2877374356462142198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2877374356462142198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2877374356462142198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2877374356462142198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-goosebumps.html' title='Love &amp; Goosebumps'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3044488117506978643</id><published>2008-06-01T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T07:24:45.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspired'/><title type='text'>Spread A Little Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a cool idea! Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hoperevo.com/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; out...I was so inspired, I added the site to my blog!  Here is an &lt;a href="http://www.hoperevo.com/photos"&gt;example&lt;/a&gt; of what some people are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a SENSATIONAL SUNDAY! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6185382244378697581-3044488117506978643?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3044488117506978643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3044488117506978643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3044488117506978643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3044488117506978643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/06/spread-little-hope.html' title='Spread A Little Hope'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5672997417608066031</id><published>2008-05-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:42:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe</title><content type='html'>We're safe. Our house is structurally sound! All is good! Thanks to al our family and friends who had us in their thoughts and prayers! It means a LOT!!! xoxo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5672997417608066031?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5672997417608066031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5672997417608066031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5672997417608066031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5672997417608066031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/safe.html' title='Safe'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-9106075873073645158</id><published>2008-05-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:18:52.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blink'/><title type='text'>In A Split Second</title><content type='html'>one's life can change. Mine did today. SWFL has not gotten a real downpour of rain in a very long time. It is dangerously DRY! So dry in fact, that a brush fire started today. A brushfire in our neighborhood. A brushfire that began as a 1/2 acre fire, and now is a blazing fire that has spread about 200 acres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going so well. It was the last day of school. I had gone out with some friends after work. I had called Jason early in the day to tell him of my plans. Tonight was supposed to be "date night". As I was at dinner, he called and said he was finished with work and headed home. It was earlier than expected, but I thought to myself that perhaps he was just tired. He proceeded to  tell me the reason being was that a fire broke out, and he was going home to check it out. My heart skipped a beat, a HUGE lump in my throat developed, and I was at a loss for words. He calmed me down, and told me to stay where I was. If things changed, he would let me know. Well, he called about 35 minutes later, and told me that the fire had spread to 30 acres, and it was all around our house. The sky was filled with smoke, helicopters, police cars, and fire trucks were whizzing back and forth. I became frozen...now what!? I desperately wanted to get to my home, get to Jason and our "kids" (the pups). I called my parents, they could tell something was wrong. Perhaps it was my panic stricken voice. I explained what was going on, and they did their best to calm me down. Jason wanted me to stay with my parents, he intended to stay at the house until told otherwise by  the authorities.  My parents and I  requested that he packed up the necessary belongings, and head to safer grounds. He refused, I could tell that he was worried. He was scared. I wanted to get to my home, I wanted to get to Jason. But, at the rate the fire was spreading, he thought there was a good chance that I would not be allowed on our street, or the surrounding area for that matter. So, I was to stay put and wait....until I got the "call" from Jason. I could detect a shaky voice. I knew the fire was getting worse. I knew and I saw it on the tv. He said that he grabbed everything he could, grabbed the dogs and he was headed to my parents' house. The police were storming up and down the streets telling people that they NEEDED to evacuate! Jason did as he was told, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;He got to the house SAFELY. I greeted him in the driveway. It was the most emotional embrace the two of us have shared. He just grabbed me and didn't let  go for the longest time. We unpacked the car, settled in and have been watching the news, and getting updates from the Collier County Sherriff's Dept. We are going to try and get some sleep. It is going to be hard. We don't know if our house is still standing. If we're lucky we'll be able to get to the house and assess damages, if any by early afternoon. In closing, I have to say we are lucky. We are safe. We are together. We have our dogs. We have our family. We are LOVED. We are lucky. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-9106075873073645158?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/9106075873073645158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=9106075873073645158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/9106075873073645158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/9106075873073645158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-split-second.html' title='In A Split Second'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1470155495577222344</id><published>2008-05-22T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:03:42.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><title type='text'>Finding Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity. And you're keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; The other four balls -- family, health, friends, integrity -- are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;From James Patterson’s "Suzanne’s Diary For Nichola"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; finding out this life lesson, first hand! With bringing the school year to a close, starting a new semester of grad school, keeping my relationship with Jason strong, maintaining a household, keeping my friendships strong, trying to "reboot" my workout regime, and finding time for myself. I am juggling those balls, keeping in mind that the goal is to remember which ball when dropped will bounce back, and which one will not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1470155495577222344?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1470155495577222344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1470155495577222344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1470155495577222344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1470155495577222344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/finding-balance.html' title='Finding Balance'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7046733435349839553</id><published>2008-05-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:37:03.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Shoot'/><title type='text'>Sensational Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDxYGSqRlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/804oiMmTf_g/s1600-h/DSC_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDxYGSqRlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/804oiMmTf_g/s400/DSC_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201922965920958034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5th Avenue here I COME! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvDGSqRgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EqMm3P_OE2w/s1600-h/DSC_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvDGSqRgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EqMm3P_OE2w/s400/DSC_0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201920406120449538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, she wasn't digging this hat too much, was she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvDmSqRhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EFMj_l_J8Rg/s1600-h/DSC_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvDmSqRhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EFMj_l_J8Rg/s400/DSC_0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201920414710384146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves anything "girly". She especially loves bead necklaces. Very trendy, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvD2SqRiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jJaQG0THI1I/s1600-h/DSC_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvD2SqRiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jJaQG0THI1I/s400/DSC_0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201920419005351458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is a superb shot of her! She was really getting into being a "DIVA"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvEGSqRjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sn07lrU1Nog/s1600-h/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvEGSqRjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Sn07lrU1Nog/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201920423300318770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh dear, just look at my nail! Time for a manicure! " (Hee, hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvEWSqRkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wxadbTtHmGw/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDvEWSqRkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wxadbTtHmGw/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201920427595286082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know this is an "oops" (I posted it twice). I am sorry, but I can't get enough of the BIG hat(s) and the OVERSIZED sunglasses! Some might say it runs in the family! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-7046733435349839553?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7046733435349839553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7046733435349839553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7046733435349839553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7046733435349839553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sensational-shots.html' title='Sensational Sunday'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDxYGSqRlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/804oiMmTf_g/s72-c/DSC_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-4171655297666987327</id><published>2008-05-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:59:48.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles that last a lifetime'/><title type='text'>She Makes Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Today was a girls' day out for Sarah and me. She is the youngest of four girls. She is the baby of the family, although she is not really a baby. She is a teenager. I love all my sisters. They are my heart. But, Sarah...there's just something special about her. She always has a way of making us SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfxGSqRbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1xyeofIeVE/s1600-h/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfxGSqRbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1xyeofIeVE/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201903604208387506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We had FUN today. It was just the two of us. We spent the day just shopping around, met Jason for lunch, and then it was back to shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfxmSqRcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AChcDX0jv48/s1600-h/DSC_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfxmSqRcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AChcDX0jv48/s400/DSC_0494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201903612798322114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was so giggly, and sometimes shy, as I was shooting away! But I know that deep down she was loving every minute of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfyGSqRdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EmxpNbgePRk/s1600-h/DSC_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfyGSqRdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EmxpNbgePRk/s400/DSC_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201903621388256722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Isn't this picture so swe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfyWSqReI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fqptcHfATIs/s1600-h/DSC_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfyWSqReI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fqptcHfATIs/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201903625683224034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah actually picked out this ensemble herself! Look at her "cheesy" smile. She cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfzGSqRfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IaLReT7aMTw/s1600-h/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfzGSqRfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IaLReT7aMTw/s400/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201903638568125938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you tell she was having a blast? OMG, she loved this hat! I think she was astonished at first, that I whipped out my camera and encouraged her to try hats, glasses, and whatever else she wanted(within reason), right in the middle of the store! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;***More pics of our INCREDIBLY fun day to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-4171655297666987327?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/4171655297666987327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=4171655297666987327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4171655297666987327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4171655297666987327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-makes-me-smile.html' title='She Makes Me Smile'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SDDfxGSqRbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/D1xyeofIeVE/s72-c/DSC_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1455008150722473586</id><published>2008-05-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:34:10.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I LOVE'/><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Heart Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudj2SqROI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9vcIsy-8448/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudj2SqROI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9vcIsy-8448/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423433924134114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new KING size bed and bed frame (accessory pillows &amp;amp; shams still to come). Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Bud for our GIFT. We LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudkWSqRPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oSman7mjugA/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudkWSqRPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oSman7mjugA/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423442514068722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this puppy! He's so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudkmSqRQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rlFYaMxTBek/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudkmSqRQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rlFYaMxTBek/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423446809036034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason &amp;amp; "his" Bubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudk2SqRRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a9T2neOtq_I/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudk2SqRRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a9T2neOtq_I/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200423451104003346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puppy play...gotta love it! (Brady - boxer, and Jake - rottweiler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1455008150722473586?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1455008150722473586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1455008150722473586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1455008150722473586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1455008150722473586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-is-where-heart-is_8958.html' title='Home Is Where The Heart Is....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCudj2SqROI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9vcIsy-8448/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5338651238148226813</id><published>2008-05-14T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:25:04.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLGSqRBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UL7GagvAisw/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLGSqRBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UL7GagvAisw/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200392222396793874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Sissy. That's exactly what she is...a BIG sissy! She really is a good girl. Sissy is an American Bulldog. Ok all you moms and Disney movie enthusiasts..it's trivia time. Can you name the movie that had this breed of dog, cast as a leading character? For those of you who said, Homeward Bound, you're right! The dog's name was Chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLWSqRCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/THzEAFUmff4/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLWSqRCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/THzEAFUmff4/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200392226691761186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bubba. He is the oldest of our 4 dogs. He is a boxer. Sadly, he is sitting on the ever growing hole that our two mischievious dogs somehow keep making bigger! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLmSqRDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Db3WLxhNZE/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLmSqRDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9Db3WLxhNZE/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200392230986728498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "Jakester"...he is so cute. Even when he's up to no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBL2SqREI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p-q0liUqg2I/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBL2SqREI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p-q0liUqg2I/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200392235281695810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba, the "Protector"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt_0GSqRAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gp3POmZwwj4/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt_0GSqRAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gp3POmZwwj4/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200390727748174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brady &amp;amp; Jake sharing (actually tearing apart) a toy! They love playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt_M2SqQ_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mww8O4JFdH0/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt_M2SqQ_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mww8O4JFdH0/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200390053438309362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, this is a very "random" picture. I am getting used to my camera. But, I do LOVE this bathroom fixture. I just got it for the guest bathroom. It looks even better when the tea lights are lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt-wGSqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-cxcuOQUSkA/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt-wGSqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/-cxcuOQUSkA/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200389559517070306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"YUMMY bone," says Brady (the boxer). He just turned ONE last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt-FWSqQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcjiwrKT_ag/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt-FWSqQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BcjiwrKT_ag/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388825077662674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jake. He is the newest member of our family. He is almost 11 weeks. Look at that tongue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt9hGSqQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1u5SlsodfnE/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCt9hGSqQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1u5SlsodfnE/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388202307404738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a flower from my garden. It is one of my favorite flowers of all times. It is a red and orange hibiscus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5338651238148226813?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5338651238148226813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5338651238148226813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5338651238148226813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5338651238148226813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-camera.html' title='My New Camera'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/SCuBLGSqRBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UL7GagvAisw/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6405595223909939065</id><published>2008-05-11T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:47:24.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>I need a push. I need LOTS of people in my corner, encouraging me to better myself. I said I want to further my education. I said I want to learn more, than I already have. So why is it so hard for me to get back in the swing of things when it comes to STUDYING!? I am so disappointed with myself. I was so excited and had pumped myself up to continue on with this endeavor." I CAN DO IT, I CAN DO IT," is what I had to continually tell myself as I was registering for the classes, and then again when I was forking over the $$ to pay for tuition and books! OMG!! But now, I need a "push". Could it be that I know summer is approaching? Could the crystal blue gulf waters, sandy beaches, and the sun be on my mind? Could it be that the end of the school year is such a busy time of year, and I am overwhelmed? Could I be a little distracted with our new puppy? I am going to be honest...playing with the dogs, especially Jake, is WAAAAY more fun for studying or working on assignments for grad school! LOL! Could it be that I have tried to tackle the most difficult class(w/in this program), right out-of-the-shoots, after a 2.5+ year hiatus from it all. Not to mention that this class is on-line! UGH! Could it be that this book is BORING....DRY....umm, what other adjective could I use to describe this book? Hee, hee! I CAN DO IT...not counting these two summer classes I am currently taking, I only have 4 classes plus my summer internship. Then I am DONE, I will have my master's in Educational Leadership! This is what I have wanted. We've been toying with the idea of traveling to Europe, once I am done. HAPPY GRADUATION present to ME! LOL! Now, all I have to do is STICK with it! Jason is behind me 110%. He's so cute, he has set up one of the guest bedrooms, so it is more like my study lounge. Away from all distractions, a place where I can just focus on my studies! ILU, HFG(Happy Fish Guy)!!&lt;div&gt;So, if you ever hear me complaining, whether it be on this blog or elsewhere, please tell me to "ZIP IT". Go ahead, I need that PUSH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6405595223909939065?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6405595223909939065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6405595223909939065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6405595223909939065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6405595223909939065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-863162954348858093</id><published>2008-05-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:59:39.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moms'/><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is protective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother can handle most anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is my confidant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is full of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is full of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is full of LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is a role model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother is the BEST mother a daughter could ever ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; you, mom! Thank you for ALL that you do for your girls! Happy Mother's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6185382244378697581-863162954348858093?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/863162954348858093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=863162954348858093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/863162954348858093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/863162954348858093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5107058663522446688</id><published>2008-05-09T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:14:54.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wants and Needs'/><title type='text'>Self Improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to find comfort in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a better listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be more patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see the beauty in each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to comfort others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to communicate better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want others to need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be healthier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a better daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want others to trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a better sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be respected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a better friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to step outside my "comfort zone".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want more dogs (sorry folks, four is ENOUGH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to better myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want. I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5107058663522446688?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5107058663522446688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5107058663522446688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5107058663522446688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5107058663522446688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-improvement.html' title='Self Improvement'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-497016521296480995</id><published>2008-05-06T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:36:39.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Way with Words'/><title type='text'>No One Says It Better Than A Poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Unfortunately, that poet is not me. So, I have to "borrow" the words of other people. I wish I has such a free flowing poetic mind. This post is dedicated to my lil' cousin Katie. She has completed her Master's Program at Marquette University,(Milwaukee, WI)! She will be graduating next week! YAY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Katie Cakes&lt;/span&gt;, I am SO proud of you!!! LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#6600cc;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;By:Ericsson Olujimi Odegbami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&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-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Some say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;It's the way you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Others say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;It's the way you walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Some others says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;It's the way you talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;But I say-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;It's the warmth you radiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Through your charismatic unending smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Coupled with your humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;And outmost respect for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;These are only a few of the many reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Why you are admired and loved by all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#6600cc;" &gt;Especially by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&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-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#339999;" &gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By: Langston Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For if dreams die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For when dreams go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Frozen with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;**P.S. - I know I said that this post is dedicated to Katie, but I feel guilty not mentioning the fact that I have two other cousins graduating from college next week, as well! (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Note to readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I am the oldest of seventeen grandchildren, on my mother's side&lt;/strong&gt;...there are LOTS of us). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer (a.k.a. Jenna Benna)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is graduating from &lt;strong&gt;Bradley University (Peoria, IL)&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is graduating from &lt;strong&gt;Marquette University&lt;/strong&gt;, as well! Way to GO! &lt;strong&gt;I am soooo proud of you two!!&lt;/strong&gt; Love YOU! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-497016521296480995?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/497016521296480995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=497016521296480995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/497016521296480995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/497016521296480995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-one-says-it-better-than-poet.html' title='No One Says It Better Than A Poet'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8071384535454365151</id><published>2008-05-06T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:14:36.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secrets'/><title type='text'>The Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Shhhhh! I have a secret. It's one that I feel comfortable telling some and cringe when I tell others! I am secretly ADDICTED to a show on MTV, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. I don't know what it is about the show, but I am ABSOLUTELY drawn to it. I think my addiction actually began a few years ago with the show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the quality tv shows on MTV, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; is actually a spin off series from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Laguna Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; ;-) It's so funny because there aren't many people my age that watch it, or at least they don't admit to watching it. Come 'on people, there's no shame, no shame! We all have our vices, LOLOL!!!  My sisters, Meagan and Margret, are just as obsessed as I am about the show. We'll have conversations about the characters, or situations surrounding the characters, like we know these people. Sometimes I hear my sister or myself talking like LC, Lo, or Audrina are our BFF's! Jason thinks it is so silly! To top things off when a new episode airs, I sit on the couch with phone in hand. I am glued to the TV, and really don't fancy interruptions! During commercials,  either I call my sister, or she calls me to talk about the show. Of all the secrets and addictions one could possibly have, mine is not so bad! And I guess it's not really a secret anymore! ~:-&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;P.S. - The season finale airs next week at 10/9 PM EST, on MTV. For those of you who need to "catch up", I am sure MTV will be airing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; marathon(s) sometime between now &amp;amp; next Monday! Hee, hee!&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/6185382244378697581-8071384535454365151?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8071384535454365151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8071384535454365151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8071384535454365151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8071384535454365151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/05/hills.html' title='The Hills'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6986498309655149642</id><published>2008-04-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:44:50.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego Boost'/><title type='text'>Movin' On Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's right...you heard it here,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yOAMN6M83Y&amp;amp;feature"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yOAMN6M83Y&amp;amp;feature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST!! I'm movin' on UP!!! You see that icon at the top right of my blog? According to that website, my blog's reading level is now of the  JUNIOR HIGH level. Can I get a "OOOHH, OOOHH!?"(raising hands in the air above my head) LOL!!!! For those of you who may not know what I am talking about, I am celebrating the fact that I have moved UP, according to the critics who grade different BLOGS' reading levels. Just the other day my blog's readability level was at the ELEMENTARY LEVEL!! I wrote about what a BLOW to the ego that was! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY, I have NOOOOOOOO idea who those people are singing the theme song! I went on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Tube&lt;/span&gt; and typed in theme show for  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Jefferson's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(I love that show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! A ton of videos came up, this was my FAVORITE! I laughed so hard, I almost had an accident! OMG...seriously!! WHOMEVER they are, I thank them for being CRAZY ENOUGH to post that video!! I may be crazy, but I could never put a video out there like that! Oh, it's funny! My belly hurts just thinking about it! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6986498309655149642?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6986498309655149642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6986498309655149642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6986498309655149642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6986498309655149642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; On Up...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6536142532198044145</id><published>2008-04-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:41:26.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Today I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy because my work day is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;blessed to live in such a tropical paradise...it is/was such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;more in love with my boyfriend, Jason, than I ever did before, (I LOVE YOU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like THROWING MY CELL PHONE in the GULF of Mexico...I just got my bill, and it was U-G-L-Y!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;telling my "someday" sister-in-law, that her 'lil guy is going to be ok, once he has his surgery!  XOXOXO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a little sad. A little sad that some of my friends live SOOO far away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like telling those friends (near &amp;amp; far) that I LOVE 'em, and making sure to do my part so that we stay connected! HELLO, Summer is ALL I have to say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;overwhelmed with the PILES of laundry that await me...YIKES! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EXCITED that summer is only 23 SCHOOL DAYS AWAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sad that my gram is going back to IL until next Turkey Day! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like a teenager who can't wait to watch the new episode of  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Hills", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;loved when I get "puppy kisses" from our doggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like cooking something easy for dinner...I'm thinking turkey tacos! YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6536142532198044145?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6536142532198044145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6536142532198044145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6536142532198044145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6536142532198044145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-feel.html' title='Today I Feel'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1000928664142538817</id><published>2008-04-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:24:14.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like I Am A Kid Again And I Just Failed A Test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mark on the paper says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"F".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's written with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT RED MARKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I have a pit in my stomach! I am afraid to bring it home to show my mommy for fear of what she'd say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You see that icon at! the top right hand side of my BLOG page? Long story short, there is this website that critiques how well BLOGS are written. All you have to do is enter your BLOG URL, and within seconds you get your blog &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"graded"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now I am not, nor have I ever thought my writing was dynamic! But come on...I mean ELEMENTARY LEVEL!? What a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;to the EGO! LOL!!! Oh well, I still plan on blogging. Gotta go, vegetable lasagna is being pulled out of the oven as I speak. Well, ok..I mean type! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1000928664142538817?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1000928664142538817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1000928664142538817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1000928664142538817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1000928664142538817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-like-i-am-kid-again-and-i-just.html' title='I Feel Like I Am A Kid Again And I Just Failed A Test!'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2100666084636126176</id><published>2008-04-22T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:55:44.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. In honor of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Earth Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(and simply trying to teach my students to become more environmentally conscious), we embarked in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;special class project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. I got this idea after I had found this website called, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plantabillion.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.plantabillion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plantabillion.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; There are a group of scientists, that work for a Nature Conservancy. This group of people have set out to accomplish a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HUGE GOAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The goal is to plant ONE BILLION TREES in 7 YEARS, in Brazil's Atlantic Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; ! For me to explain the project in its entirety, would be too long and perhaps complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Basically, if the students complete certain tasks each day, they will earn a $1.00 (classroom incentive money). Each day they earn that $1.00, I will donate an actual $1.00 (real money), towards this cause. By the end of the school year, the students will have had the opportunity to earn $26.00, in turn I will donate whatever they earn. $26.00, means 26 trees that will be planted because of my students' hard work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In my eyes, this is a lesson not only on protecting the environment, but also responsibility, team work, and dedication! They are sooooo excited to have begun this project!  I am excited to see such enthusiasm from my students (especially this late in the year)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ONE BILLION TREES, SEVEN YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.... Are you up for the challenge? Hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; can join us in helping to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;REACH THIS GOAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2100666084636126176?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2100666084636126176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2100666084636126176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2100666084636126176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2100666084636126176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/class-project.html' title='Class Project'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-4676900084165617482</id><published>2008-04-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:36:31.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><title type='text'>A Bucket Full Of Tears</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my friend got married, to his beautiful bride. They sent us a few short video clips from the ceremony, as we were unable to attend. As we were watching, Jason asked me two questions, that totally caught me off guard. "Who would walk you down the aisle, when we get married? Who would be your maid/matron of honor? Before I knew it, I had tears in my eyes &amp;amp; had to get up for kleenex. Some of you may be wondering why I got soooo emotional!? Since I was little, I had pictured a wedding where my Grandpa Jack would walk me down the aisle, and my cousin, Kelly, would stand right by my side, as my maid of honor. My mom remarried when I was a junior in H.S., and my stepdad became such an integral part of my life, that I wanted him to be able to walk me down the aisle, as well. So, my "plan" changed. My grandpa would walk me the 1st half of the aisle, and my stepdad (whom I consider to be more of a father to me than my real father ever was), would walk me the rest of the way. Kelly, of course would still stand by my side. Often I would catch myself daydreaming about "my wedding", it was so perfect in my mind! Little did I know that my world, as I knew it to be would come to a screeching halt when my best friend in the entire world, passed away! Her death was unexpected, a shock, and totally, totally changed how I viewed the world! I never wanted to feel that alone, that sad, and heartbroken in my life again! I didn't think I would be. Well, it happened. My world came crashing down, as my grandfather (who was in very good health), went in to the hospital for an elective surgery, and NEVER came out! Again, I had become numb with pain. Two of the most important people in my life, were gone! Well, it has been 8 years since Kelly died, and it will be 2 years this May, for my grandpa. There is not a day that goes by when I don't think of them. And now that I know Jason is the one I want to marry, I have to realize that once more, my vision of who will stand by my side, and who will give me away will change. Kelly, and my grandpa will be with me that day. I know it. They are with me everyday. Both Kelly &amp;amp; my grandpa hold such BIG pieces of my heart! So, when Jason asked me the question, I resolved to the ugly cry, and think I must have cried a whole bucket full of tears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-4676900084165617482?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/4676900084165617482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=4676900084165617482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4676900084165617482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4676900084165617482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/bucket-full-of-tears.html' title='A Bucket Full Of Tears'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8159733473489586522</id><published>2008-04-19T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:58:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Baby Food To Table Food</title><content type='html'>Our Jake seems to be growing up so fast, already! We got him from the breeder's just about a week ago. He's getting longer &amp;amp; taller. It's AMAZING how fast they grow! Jason &amp;amp; I don't have children of our own yet. Our dogs are our kids! Those of you who own dogs, or any kind of pet know just how much those pets become like members of your families! When we first brought Jake home the breeder told us that her pups had been on wet puppy food for a week. We were to continue feeding him that for at least another two weeks. But when Jason took him to our vet, he disagreed. He said that we could start weaning him off the wet food (aka "baby food) and introducing the dry food (aka "table food"). Jason &amp;amp; I had mixed emotions about this whole transition to "big boy" food! Neither one of us enjoyed popping open the wet can food lid, it doesn't smell so good! (Plugging nose w/fingers just thinking about it). Sorry to those of you, who do give your pups/dogs that type of food. I don't mean to offend. On the other hand, we were sad cuz dry food in our minds, always has been associated with our big dogs! I have to say, it's been about a day and a half since we have transitioned totally from the wet food to dry food. Jake has done pretty well gobbling it all down! YEAH, he's  going to be a BIG boy! BTW, as way of background knowledge his parents are big dogs; mom is 100 lbs &amp;amp; dad is 110-115 lbs! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake is doing quite well, nights are better. We are ALL sleeping much bettter! THANK GOD!  He is getting along rather well with his brothers &amp;amp; sister. Sharing of doggy toys is the biggest issue we're dealing with. He's learning, he's learning! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-8159733473489586522?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8159733473489586522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8159733473489586522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8159733473489586522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8159733473489586522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-baby-food-to-table-food.html' title='From Baby Food To Table Food'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1926482573561374339</id><published>2008-04-18T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:28:04.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you gotta &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; 'em... LOL! TGIF!!! Have a great one, everyone! Hopefully I will be able to put up some new pics! It's been so busy in our household &amp;amp; at work! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1926482573561374339?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1926482573561374339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1926482573561374339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1926482573561374339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1926482573561374339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-150928014600849358</id><published>2008-04-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:14:49.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Night's Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing makes me feel better, and more refreshed than a solid 6-8 hours of sleep! I finally slept through the entire night!!! So, did Jake!!! AAAHHH, thank goodness for puppy shots! LOL!!! Jake went to the vet's yesterday and got his 1st round of shots. The shots made him sooo sleepy! He was truly like a newborn, all he did was eat, sleep &amp;amp; poop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning he has woken up as SPUNKY as ever! He's playing/teasing his big brothers &amp;amp; sister. He's running around the house, playing with his toys, and trying to nibble my toes! OUCH, I forgot how much puppy teeth hurt! "NO Jake, NO bite," is a phrase I am starting to hear myself say repeatedly. OH BOY....puppies, you gotta love 'em! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY...I was just saying to Jason last night, how I just couldn't wait to hear the "Jakester's" bark! J laughed, and said, "Yeah! Enjoy it, it won't be such a cute little bark for long!" Well, wouldn't you know, just as I sit here typing this entry, little Jake let out his first bark. He barked at the chair leg!!! LOL! Puppies are funny! Can't wait to see what tonight brings! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-150928014600849358?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/150928014600849358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=150928014600849358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/150928014600849358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/150928014600849358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-nights-sleep.html' title='A Good Night&apos;s Sleep'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3044039799993123867</id><published>2008-04-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:45:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Jeopardy!</title><content type='html'>DOO DOO,  DOO DOO, DOO DOO, DOO DOO, DOO, DOO DOO, DOO, DOO, DOO (envision music from Jeopardy being played in the background, as you read this entry). Sorry, I know that may have been annoying for some or most of you to read! :o) LOL!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;daily double"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for today is: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things That Make You Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The clue(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a School Bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;atching every red light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the way home from work, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting "stuck" behind a school bus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;en route, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people who shouldn't drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UGH!! Have you ever had a day like this? This was my day, and I became incredibly crabby because of it! I need an afternoon with my Bubby, my dogs, and perhaps I could try and sneak in a 30 min nap. Perfect remedies for getting rid of the "crabbies". Oh yeah, can someone come make dinner for Jason &amp;amp; I? HAHA! Hope you all had a better day! Here's to tomorrow! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-3044039799993123867?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3044039799993123867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3044039799993123867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3044039799993123867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3044039799993123867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-jeopardy.html' title='This Is Jeopardy!'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7366772551426714872</id><published>2008-04-15T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:58:04.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And Jakes Makes Four'/><title type='text'>Welcome To The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Welcome to the family, Jake! This past weekend, we welcomed the newest member into our home. Jake is a Rottweiler puppy. So, we now have a family of six. Jason &amp;amp; I plus our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dogs (Bubba, Sis, Brady, and Jake). That's right; 2 Boxers, 1 American Bulldog, and 1 Rottweiler! I know some of you may be shaking your heads, asking yourselves, "WHAAAAT? How did this happen?" Well, Jason has always loved Rottweilers. He had one, named, Mack, for 11 years, when he lived in OH. Since I have known Jason, he has mentioned on several occasions that he'd like to get another one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I never envisioned that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would come so soon! I may have subconsciously been the driving force behind this "new puppy" decision. You see, last weekend I was at the mall. I ran into the pet store with my sister, Sarah. In one of the kennels was the CUTEST Cockapoo. She had been there for awhile, so she was 1/2 price. Now, I am not a huge fan of buying puppies from a pet store, especially since watching Oprah's show on "puppy mills", but I have some friends who have gotten their pups from this particular store. They have been very pleased with their dogs. So, against my better judgement I asked to see this puppy. OMG, she totally won my heart over. She was spunky, and had the most adorable face. Bottom line, I wanted her! My sister and I left the mall. I called my friend, Laura for advice. She was sooo helpful, she brought up MANY strong points for why a fourth dog may not be such a good decision. THANKS, Laura! I really appreciate your wisdom, time, rationale, and advice! I went home that evening, and talked with Jason about it. "NO, NO, NO," replied Jason! So, in my mind we wouldn't be getting, or even thinking of getting a puppy anytime soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;On Sunday, Jason &amp;amp; I were enjoying the day together (running errands, went out to lunch), when he picked up the phone &amp;amp; called someone. "Uh huh, ok we'll be there within the hour," was what Jason said. I couldn't figure out WHO he was talking to!? On the way, he told me that we were going to stop by this one place (house). The woman &amp;amp; her husband have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;zoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with lots of different animals (birds, goats, cats, emus, dogs, etc), and they have a litter of puppies. My eyes got really big. We got to their house and sure enough, there were a litter of puppies playing in the yard. After playing with the pups, and talking to the breeder for almost 3 hours, I knew there was a good chance that we'd be taking a pup home with us. Jason &amp;amp; I left for a little bit, and had a BIG heart to heart discussion. We ended up back at the breeder's house, where we picked out our puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jake is SOOOOO ADORABLE! He is black with tan markings, He has the CUTEST face, and his personality is so sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He has &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; won my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt;! Jason is bringing him to the vet later today, for his 1st round of puppy shots! OUCH!! Overall, it has been a pretty smooth transition.We have slowly introduced our other dogs to Jake. He is actually doing well w/housebreaking ( fingers crossed). I/we are not new to this, we know that there WILL be accidents. We're just happy that the "Jakester" has been trying really hard to be a "big boy" (puppy). Our nights have been shaky. He's like a newborn, up every couple of hours, and does not like to be put back in the crate. Oh well, he'll learn. It took our other dogs took a few weeks before they stopped whining at night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I have pics, can't add them now, I need to upload them from my camera to my computer. I will add them to this post ASAP! &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/6185382244378697581-7366772551426714872?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7366772551426714872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7366772551426714872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7366772551426714872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7366772551426714872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-family.html' title='Welcome To The Family'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5560258018902272750</id><published>2008-04-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:41:41.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy, A Fan, and A Cowboy Hat</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I came home from school. I quickly changed out of my work clothes, and began playing around in my garden. I was watering the plants, when all of a sudden I heard this fierce shrieking sound! I put the hose down, and went to find out where the noise was coming from. Our next door neighbors have two kids (a girl, age 9 and a boy, age 3 and a half). Once I realized no one was hurt, a huge smile appeared on my face. You see, the HUGE shriek came from the boy. He was standing in the driveway, he had a cowboy hat in his hand and there was a fan that was sitting on the driveway. The fan was plugged in, thanks to a little thing called an extension cord. God, sometimes I don't know what I would do without one! Anyway, there stood the boy jumping up and down screaming with excitement. I couldn't figure it out! What was this little boy doing, and what was all the commotion about? I sat there and watched, I was enthralled by the little boy. He was getting such pleasure from something, I just couldn't figure it out. As I sat there and pondered the question, he did it again! He held the cowboy hat in front of the fan, released it from his hand, and watched the fan BLOW his cowboy hat down the driveway. He ran and got it, screaming, clapping, and laughing the whole time. He could hardly contain himself. He was so engrossed with the fact that his hat was "magically" flying through the air. In his mind, it was AMAZING. For me, I was amazed that a little boy could derive such pleasure, such entertainment from a fan! Something about it made him happy. It made me smile. It made me want to look for a cowboy hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5560258018902272750?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5560258018902272750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5560258018902272750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5560258018902272750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5560258018902272750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/boy-fan-and-cowboy-hat.html' title='A Boy, A Fan, and A Cowboy Hat'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7189282386905395689</id><published>2008-04-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:03:33.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWmYxAGyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1pyGeblUvvc/s1600-h/birthday+hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186975350818609954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWmYxAGyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1pyGeblUvvc/s320/birthday+hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWdIxAGwI/AAAAAAAAACo/6I90V9XQ3IU/s1600-h/birthday+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186975191904819970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWdIxAGwI/AAAAAAAAACo/6I90V9XQ3IU/s320/birthday+cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWdYxAGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/AMqdGLqrd1E/s1600-h/birthday+hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brings &lt;strong&gt;LOTS of BIRTHDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;! Most recently, my friend, Kelly, gave birth to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL baby girl&lt;/span&gt; named, Lily Grace! Congratulations Kelly &amp;amp; David, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome to the world, Lilypie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt; In addition to sweet lil' Lily, Jason &amp;amp; I have a LOT of &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; (my sister Sarah, Aunt Deb, Uncle John, and Jason's mom~Ann M), and&lt;strong&gt; friends,&lt;/strong&gt; who have celebrated a birthday, or will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CELEBRATING a BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this month!  We are pretty good about making b-day calls, sending cards &amp;amp; emails on people's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;birthday(s), but there are quite a few this month, that we wanted to make sure we say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU....." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here's to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANY, MANY, MANY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more candles, cake &amp;amp; birthdays to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CELEBRATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you!!!!&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/6185382244378697581-7189282386905395689?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7189282386905395689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7189282386905395689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7189282386905395689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7189282386905395689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/april.html' title='APRIL'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_vWmYxAGyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1pyGeblUvvc/s72-c/birthday+hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-7300843156073771953</id><published>2008-04-08T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:24:56.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Going to the Chapel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_ttFIxAGvI/AAAAAAAAACg/jzeSQUw5_7A/s1600-h/toast+to+the+bride+&amp;amp;+groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186859330867043058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_ttFIxAGvI/AAAAAAAAACg/jzeSQUw5_7A/s320/toast+to+the+bride+%26+groom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_tsqoxAGuI/AAAAAAAAACY/R04CBN0EhnQ/s1600-h/wedding+chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186858875600509666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_tsqoxAGuI/AAAAAAAAACY/R04CBN0EhnQ/s320/wedding+chapel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're gonna get married...." No, not J &amp;amp; I. One of my dear friends, who is like my little brother, I watched him grow up from a kid in diapers to a Groom-to-Be. OMG...I can't believe it! I am happy for the two of them! They are a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL couple, both inside AND out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Jason &amp;amp; I wish we could be there with them, to help celebrate such a special occasion! Flights right now are out of control! We wanted to go sooooooooooooo bad, that we even considered making a quick ROAD TRIP out of it! Unfortunately, we can't do that either! We have no one to watch the dogs &amp;amp; don't want to put them in a kennel for the weekend! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We will lift up our glasses, and toast the NEWLYWEDS, this Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS, M &amp;amp; K!&lt;/strong&gt; We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PICS, LOTS AND LOTS of PICS, please!!! :o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-7300843156073771953?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/7300843156073771953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=7300843156073771953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7300843156073771953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/7300843156073771953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-to-chapel.html' title='&quot;Going to the Chapel....'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R_ttFIxAGvI/AAAAAAAAACg/jzeSQUw5_7A/s72-c/toast+to+the+bride+%26+groom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5269339654412550609</id><published>2008-04-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:07:48.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>You know how some people just have "it"!? The "it" happens to be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have friends and family who have been blessed with the creative gene. Creativity seems to flow freely from them. The genre of their creativity varies. It may come in one, or more than one form.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My cousin, Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom I admire and love, is extremely creative. For 5 years, she worked as a neonatal/ICU nurse, at a hospital in IL. The work she did, and the lives she touched is inspiring and remarkable. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky is now married, and has started her own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The name of her company is, &lt;a href="http://www.oneandonlydesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One and Onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She makes custom headpieces and jewelry for any type of formal event(i.e. weddings, proms, black tie events, etc). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go ahead, check out her website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I guarantee you'll be amazed at the individual, handmade designs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I am truly inspired by my family and friends'  creativity, I have to face facts, that I was not blessed with the same gene. I may try to emulate something I have seen, but it never turns out how I had envisioned it. LOL! Oh well!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-5269339654412550609?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5269339654412550609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5269339654412550609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5269339654412550609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5269339654412550609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2734572382794159010</id><published>2008-04-04T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:15:26.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Can I Get One Of These?</title><content type='html'>Check this out...ok, I was surfin around and came across this article. Someone INVENTED a BED THAT MAKES ITSELF! WHAAAAAAAAAT? How is this possible, and where can I get one!?!?!? LOL!! I love coming home to a freshly made bed. The problem is, I leave before Jason does, and he HARDLY ever makes the bed! This would solve our problem!!! :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the article link...check it out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/080402/switzerland_inventions_fair.html?.v=1"&gt;http://biz.yahoo.com/ap/080402/switzerland_inventions_fair.html?.v=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-2734572382794159010?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2734572382794159010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2734572382794159010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2734572382794159010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2734572382794159010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-can-i-get-one-of-these.html' title='Where Can I Get One Of These?'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-661572010524323907</id><published>2008-04-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:36:23.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dotted Line</title><content type='html'>So, I did it! I finally did it. I've talked about doing it for awhile now. I have decided to finish my master's in educational leadership. I began it in 2003, got half way through the program, and took a SUPER LONG hiatus. Well, today I made it official. I met with my advisor and "mapped out" the rest of my coursework! I had to resubmit my application, thus the reason for the title, "The Dotted Line". I had to sign my application, go through some "rigamaroll." But I am in. It feels kind of good. I feel like I am a kid again, and school is starting in a few weeks. I need to go school shopping and clothes shopping...hee, hee! I start back up again on May 5th. If I stay the course, I will be done with all my classes and most of my leadership practicum by next summer! :o) It means I will be busy...I seem to be a better time manager, when I have LOTS to do! In addition to grad school, I applied to teach summer school. One program is 4 weeks, the other is 6 weeks. I am hoping I get a position, either pre-k or 2nd grade. I think it will be a nice change of pace for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason is supportive, but he kind of thinks I am taking too much on. He told me that I didn't have to work this summer, if I didn't want to. I think he's worried that I won't have enough summer left to ENJOY. But, I will. We are going to take a vacation together. We're going to OH, to visit his family, then it's on to Chicago, to visit my family and friends. We'll head up to WI, and stay with my family, at the lakehouse! It is going to be a nice break for both of us. He works so hard, and barely takes any time off. I probably will stay at the lakehouse a few days more than him. When I get back I will be nice and relaxed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I am already talking about summer vacation plans! We still have 6 weeks of school to go, once we get back from break. I am not too excited about summer, now am I!? :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-661572010524323907?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/661572010524323907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=661572010524323907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/661572010524323907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/661572010524323907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/dotted-line.html' title='The Dotted Line'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-3592325170825588879</id><published>2008-04-02T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:58:10.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>I forgot how much it HURTS! I went to the beach today with my family. Despite the fact that I did apply sunscreen, the FL rays got me! OUCH! Gotta go...ALOE VERA is going become my new best friend! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-3592325170825588879?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/3592325170825588879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=3592325170825588879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3592325170825588879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/3592325170825588879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-2657818208168756978</id><published>2008-04-02T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:46:55.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons</title><content type='html'>In my circle of family &amp;amp; friends, I am probably one of the last "single" ones out there. I am in a serious relationship, and I couldn't be happier with where my life is at right now. When I was single (i.e. without a boyfriend), people would say, "Don't worry...when you're not looking, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right guy&lt;/span&gt; will come along." You have no idea, how many times I heard that one! Well, for those of you who are single, you probably can imagine! LOL!  I would nod my head and say, "Yeah, you're probably right." However, I was not convinced. I thought it was just a line thrown out there to make me feel better about my single status. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But IT'S TRUE....IT'S SO TRUE&lt;/span&gt;! That's when I met Jason. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend, or to begin a new relationship; I was too busy! But, that's when it happened! That's when I met the love my life...my best friend. I love him for so many reasons, but if I had to narrow it down to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP 10,&lt;/span&gt; here's what my reasons would be:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he drives a truck ( I think that's HOT)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ove&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt; him because he is spontaneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;him because he loves our dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he loves to teach me new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he has a very witty sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he is intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he loves my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he wants to be a husband &amp;amp; a dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he loves his mom (and the rest of his family too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him because he makes me feel like the most important person in the world! &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/6185382244378697581-2657818208168756978?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/2657818208168756978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=2657818208168756978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2657818208168756978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/2657818208168756978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-reasons.html' title='Top 10 Reasons'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-350663465144925871</id><published>2008-04-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:50:45.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Like These</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh...Spring Break is upon us. If you ask me, it couldn't have come at a better time! I love the fact that I don't have to wake up to the alarm clock. I love the fact that I can stay in my pajamas all day, if I so choose! I love the fact that Bubby kisses my forehead gently each morning, while I am still sleeping, before he heads off for work ( I am usually up &amp;amp; out of the house before he's awake). I love the fact that I can go out to lunch or go shopping with friends, in the middle of the day. I LOVE that I can blog, and read the blog(s) 0f others once a day or ten times a day, without feeling guilty that I could be grading papers! I love being able to spend time with my family visiting from Chicago. I love spending time w/my sisters, who practically are like my daughters. We have so much fun together! I love taking my dogs for long walks. I love being able to take nap(s) in the middle of the day! It's days like these that I reflect upon what a good life I truly have. I am blessed beyond belief! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-350663465144925871?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/350663465144925871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=350663465144925871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/350663465144925871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/350663465144925871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/04/days-like-these.html' title='Days Like These'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-5402427296731128763</id><published>2008-03-30T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:47:04.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Computer = A Happy Bubby</title><content type='html'>So, in case you hadn't heard my laptop &amp;amp; digital camera both went "kaput" within a couple of days of each other. I was BUMMED! No computer, no blog. No camera, no photos (I have family &amp;amp; friends in from IL). BUMMER! I solved my computer problem, temporarily that is...I took Jason's laptop! Yeah, he was not so thrilled with the idea. I got a lot of grief from him, in a loving way, of course. :o) I think he was ready for me to either get my laptop fixed or buy a new one. I knew it when he started asking questions and making comments like, "Are you DONE with my computer YET? Can I use MY computer now?" "Please don't clog up my computer with all your stuff!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yeah, you get the idea. I did feel a little bad, because there were times he needed it for work. I finally got a new laptop! I am happy, and  Jason couldn't be happier now that he has his computer back! As for the camera, I am still shopping. You'll know when I get it, cuz pics will be attached to my post(s). &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/6185382244378697581-5402427296731128763?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/5402427296731128763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=5402427296731128763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5402427296731128763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/5402427296731128763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-computer-happy-bubby.html' title='A New Computer = A Happy Bubby'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-4603068360346793159</id><published>2008-03-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:14:00.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Bubby and Gife</title><content type='html'>(coming soon to a bookstore near you!) Let me introduce you to Bubby &amp;amp; Gife (a.k.a. Jason &amp;amp; Stephanie). You see Bubby &amp;amp; Gife are our nicknames. It all started when one of my sisters, introduced Jason to one of her friends. "Morgan, this is Jason. He is Stephanie's boy...well they live together, so maybe more than boyfriend." Morgan had a very puzzled look on her face, "OK...interesting, I guess." Margret came back with, "OK...this is Jason, he is Stephanie's boyfriend-hubby, her bubby". Jason and I laughed. So then I chimed in, "Hey...if he gets a nickname, I get to have one too!" After a few minutes of serious brainstorming by Margret &amp;amp; her friend, they both shouted "Gife...you're his Gife. You know his girlfriend-wife." So it is, we are Bubby &amp;amp; Gife! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really could take off with this whole Bubby &amp;amp; Gife thing...we're talking comic strips, books, t.v. shows..hee, hee. OK....maybe not. But is fun to keep a journal of the daily adventures of a couple living together! So many people proabably have similar stories, or can relate on one level or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note...today is the last day of school! WOO HOO! We are on spring break next week. I don't know whose more excited, the kiddos or the teachers! I am very excited because we have quite a large group of family and friends coming down from Chicago! It has been a very LOOOOOOOOONG winter! I can't wait to see everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-4603068360346793159?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/4603068360346793159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=4603068360346793159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4603068360346793159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/4603068360346793159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/adventures-of-bubby-and-gife.html' title='The Adventures of Bubby and Gife'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1720422761943799601</id><published>2008-03-23T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:09:31.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>in Naples don't happen too often, before the "official" rainy season that is! It was a gloomy, rainy day on Saturday. I was hanging out with Sarah, we had planned to spend the day outdoors; a bike ride, a walk, a trip to the beach. We weren't quite sure how the day was going to unfold. But, those plans had to take a rain check (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;).  We headed to the mall, as did the rest of Naples, or so it seemed. I think it was even busier than during the holiday season! Anyway, we made the most of it. Sarah got some new shoes, and I got a few new clothes. We had lunch at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foodcourt&lt;/span&gt;. We tried a new place to eat, Nathan's. They have hot dogs, brats, burgers...etc. It was pretty good. After we ate, the two of us headed to LA Nails. "Yes, we'd like two manicures please." The kind man replied, "AH, you will have to wait about one and a half hours. Can you come back?" Sarah and I looked at each other...deep sigh, "No thanks, we'll come back another day". We weaved our way through the traffic of people, and made our way to the car. From the mall, we went to Target. We shopped around and got some more stuff. We had to quickly head home, because our family was going to dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DT&lt;/span&gt; Naples. It was still raining...that didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deter&lt;/span&gt; us from heading to Tommy Bahama's. There were 19 of us (family and friends)...good thing we made reservations. Good thing Tommy Bahama's has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oversized&lt;/span&gt; umbrellas. The food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;, the atmosphere was fabulous, despite the rain! Everyone was pleasantly stuffed. The "crew" headed back to my Aunt Gwen's. The kids swam all night, while the ladies conversed, enjoyed sipping on cocktails, and the guys watched the NCAA basketball tournament. It was a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - On a "sad" note, my camera is DONEZO!! It snapped its last shot. No photos to go w/this post! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1720422761943799601?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1720422761943799601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1720422761943799601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1720422761943799601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1720422761943799601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-6477691560405515013</id><published>2008-03-22T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:29:55.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s297.photobucket.com/albums/mm238/livelovelaughinnaples/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo124-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm238/livelovelaughinnaples/Photo124-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SHE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She inspires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is a ray of sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She astonishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is full of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She grabs a hold of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She never lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is sassy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;She has a big heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She loves music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She loves shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is daring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is athletic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is charming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is surrounded by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;She is my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-6477691560405515013?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/6477691560405515013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=6477691560405515013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6477691560405515013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/6477691560405515013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/photobucket_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1760727332733857836</id><published>2008-03-21T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:46:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls (Episode 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w297.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w297.photobucket.com/albums/mm238/livelovelaughinnaples/3bd4c6e1.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i297.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=212" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s297.photobucket.com/albums/mm238/livelovelaughinnaples/?action=view&amp;current=3bd4c6e1.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &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/6185382244378697581-1760727332733857836?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1760727332733857836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1760727332733857836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1760727332733857836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1760727332733857836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-episode-1.html' title='The Girls (Episode 1)'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-1308016763789436264</id><published>2008-03-21T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:01:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner For Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-O_lIxAGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/t0BU-xv_hn8/s1600-h/DS-3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180194641135278802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-O_lIxAGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/t0BU-xv_hn8/s200/DS-3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason came home from work last night with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a card (jn a &lt;em&gt;Hallmark&lt;/em&gt; bag). It was our anniversary. The table was set, candles were lit. I was in the kitchen finishing up dinner; angel hair pasta w/grilled chicken, and broccoli. For dessert, I made &lt;em&gt;Barefoot Contessa&lt;/em&gt; chocolate brownies. It was not a fancy dinner, but one of Jason's favorites. The kitchen was a mess, so after we ate the two of us did the dishes together. It was sweet....we cleaned, we laughed, we made cleaning the kitchen somewhat fun. The gifts...you may be wondering!? Am I engaged? We did exchange gifts, and no I am not engaged. I got (2) one hour massages from a local spa called, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massage Envy&lt;/strong&gt;. WOO HOO! &lt;/em&gt;Jason got a new gas grill. His old grill had seen better days. I have learned that good things come to those who wait. I do not want to rush our relationship. I know we will get married, I know we will have a family. We love each other, and that's what matters most. Without love....nothing else matters! We ended the evening by snuggling on the couch, watching a movie.....a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; movie on t.v. Now, that's LOVE! It was a splendid night, I love my "Bubby"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-1308016763789436264?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/1308016763789436264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=1308016763789436264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1308016763789436264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/1308016763789436264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/dinner-for-two.html' title='Dinner For Two'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-O_lIxAGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/t0BU-xv_hn8/s72-c/DS-3001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8863160802832664501</id><published>2008-03-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:30:47.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K7XIxAGrI/AAAAAAAAABg/AXul1LLqLjQ/s1600-h/3027346827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179908527593888434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K7XIxAGrI/AAAAAAAAABg/AXul1LLqLjQ/s320/3027346827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that someday my garden will look like this (deep sigh)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-8863160802832664501?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8863160802832664501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8863160802832664501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8863160802832664501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8863160802832664501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-wish.html' title='My Wish...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K7XIxAGrI/AAAAAAAAABg/AXul1LLqLjQ/s72-c/3027346827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8725812592549021126</id><published>2008-03-20T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:16:43.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Perfect Day'/><title type='text'>A Cup of Coffee, Ellen, a Perfect Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K71oxAGsI/AAAAAAAAABo/1aUi_CMbNbg/s1600-h/208801106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179909051579898562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K71oxAGsI/AAAAAAAAABo/1aUi_CMbNbg/s200/208801106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K0IYxAGnI/AAAAAAAAABA/GBD2GTZb_Jw/s1600-h/208801106.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I took a personal day, today. I haven't taken one all year, I figured I deserved it. I woke up this morning, not in a panic, not feeling rushed, but rather relaxed. As I got out of bed, and strolled into the kitchen, I made a pot of coffee. I sat on the couch, sipped my coffee, watched, &lt;em&gt;The Today Show&lt;/em&gt;, all the while staying in my p.j.'s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aahhh&lt;/span&gt;....what a fabulous start to my day. I perused through the most recent edition of "&lt;em&gt;Cooking Light" (&lt;/em&gt;thanks, Becky&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;, and refilled my coffee cup. I am a coffee drinker, Starbucks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts, you name it, I'll drink it. While I enjoy "spoiling" myself with a Starbucks non-fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;venti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caramel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;machiatto&lt;/span&gt;, every now and then, I do fancy a homemade cup of java. Today's special: Vanilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biscotti&lt;/span&gt;....very appealing to the senses! YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ellen&lt;/em&gt; came on at 10:00...I love her show! I hardly ever get to watch it because I am at work. I can just hear my family and friends right now, "Have ya ever heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;?" "You haven't upgraded and got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cablebox&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Comcast&lt;/span&gt; where you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; shows...what is wrong with you!?" I know, I know...it's on my LONG list of things to do. After Ellen was over, I became engrossed in my newest hobby. What's that you ask....well, the answer is gardening! I love to garden. My obsession with clothes, purses and shoes have been put aside, while I dabble with flowers and plants. I find gardening to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt;. When I am in my garden(s), I have two of them, I find myself at peace with the world. It may sound corny, but it is true. All my problems seem to disappear, if even for a short while. My garden makes me happy! I will post some pics of my garden soon! The dogs were playing in the yard, attempting to drink from the hose, and loving the fact that they didn't have to be inside all day, while Jason and I are at work. So, I took advantage of that fact, and took them for a long walk. We just got home and everyone is pooped! I don't know what lies ahead this afternoon? A shower, the ability to curl up on the couch with a good book and a blanket, a nap? Whatever is in store, I am going to enjoy it. Jason will be home from work later. It's our anniversary today. I have a special dinner planned, that I will cook later. Spending time with my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bubby&lt;/span&gt;" will be the end to a perfect day!&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/6185382244378697581-8725812592549021126?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8725812592549021126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8725812592549021126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8725812592549021126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8725812592549021126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/cup-of-coffee-ellen-perfect-day.html' title='A Cup of Coffee, Ellen, a Perfect Day...'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K71oxAGsI/AAAAAAAAABo/1aUi_CMbNbg/s72-c/208801106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185382244378697581.post-8731977519691729427</id><published>2008-03-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:24:10.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s official'/><title type='text'>My Own Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K50IxAGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JNoAr1nQkBE/s1600-h/1969711313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179906826786839186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K50IxAGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JNoAr1nQkBE/s320/1969711313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I am so excited...I have created my own BLOG! Many of my friends and family have had blogs for awhile. I have to admit, I am addicted to reading their blogs. It is nice to read what they have written, and its a great way to stay connected! I was inspired, and thought. "Why not!?". So, here I am with my very own blog, my very FIRST post....what a thrill! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185382244378697581-8731977519691729427?l=onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/feeds/8731977519691729427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6185382244378697581&amp;postID=8731977519691729427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8731977519691729427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185382244378697581/posts/default/8731977519691729427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onedayatatime-sl.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-own-blog.html' title='My Own Blog'/><author><name>Steph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N1gbn9kD_ys/R-K50IxAGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JNoAr1nQkBE/s72-c/1969711313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
