<?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-2225298926776508678</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:23:08.392-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='My Style'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Mamaw'/><category term='Mani-Pedi'/><category term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><category term='Sips Of The South'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Clippin&apos; Coupons'/><category term='It Would Happen To Me'/><category term='Top Five Friday'/><category term='It&apos;s Okay Series'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Boot Camp'/><category term='My Life List'/><category term='Lent'/><category term='In My Opinion...'/><category term='The South'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='My Monkey'/><category term='Top Two Tuesday'/><category term='Mama'/><category term='Project: Spreading Smiles'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='What The What?'/><category term='The RedHead'/><category term='Home'/><category term='I Like Cold Beverages'/><category term='Misc.'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Southern Belle Mama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3072677332094374110</id><published>2012-01-06T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:46:12.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What The What?'/><title type='text'>Withdrawl</title><content type='html'>It's been three days since we disconnected the cable and internet at our home. I might just be going through withdrawal. Maybe that's why I'm here in the coffee shop pounding out a post and frantically looking on the internet at everything I'd like to read (on a fully size screen...my phone has internet, but it just proves too tedious to operate for lots of reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why might someone do something as crazy as cancel their cable and internet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it began with good intentions. Over Christmas break pretty much every TV show we watch was in reruns so we didn't watch a lot of television. By cutting just that out, we spent more time reading and just time together as a family. Then my husband came home and proposed we cut out both tv and internet. I readily agreed...without really thinking it through.&amp;nbsp; He charmed me with lots of family time and the prospect of extra money we'd have if we didn't that bill to pay. (He says to put in savings...I say to spend on home projects. Whatever. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the TV was gone. And the internet. And it was a little boring. We did end up getting an antennae so we can pick up over the air channels, but what I'm missing most is the internet.&amp;nbsp; It's really showing me how much time I spent surfing Etsy, Facebook, Pinterest, and blogs.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll make my weekly trip to the coffee shop a ritual and get my internet fix here each week. Wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3072677332094374110?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3072677332094374110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/withdrawl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3072677332094374110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3072677332094374110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/withdrawl.html' title='Withdrawl'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7614265752806842727</id><published>2012-01-03T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:11:10.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>How I Spent My NYE</title><content type='html'>Once you have children New Year's Eve just isn't the same. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day by ripping out the entire contents of my pantry to reorganize it. (Here's to getting a jump start on my New Year's Resolution...Organize!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little shopping with my Mama. To buy a dress for NYE??? Nope. To buy fabric and accessories for a little home project. More on that in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enlisted the children to help me make my first batch of homemade laundry soap. I was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2011/12/santa-i-know-him.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; (actually, Kelle inspires me daily!) I used Sweet Orange essential oil instead of lavender and it works great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the grand finale of the evening was at 12:53 when we awoke because Bug had an accident in the bed after being put to sleep without a pull-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous of my fun! ;)&amp;nbsp; It was actually a wonderful New Year's Eve and Day. We ate pork chops, black eyed peas and turnip greens for New Year's dinner. Here's to prosperity, luck, money, and my resolution to stay organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFkd0tIRsYQ/TwJINZqszGI/AAAAAAAABb8/cCeAxlPPCu4/s1600/OperationOrganizeSimplify.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFkd0tIRsYQ/TwJINZqszGI/AAAAAAAABb8/cCeAxlPPCu4/s200/OperationOrganizeSimplify.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7614265752806842727?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7614265752806842727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-i-spent-my-nye.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7614265752806842727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7614265752806842727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-i-spent-my-nye.html' title='How I Spent My NYE'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFkd0tIRsYQ/TwJINZqszGI/AAAAAAAABb8/cCeAxlPPCu4/s72-c/OperationOrganizeSimplify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8810055785575923287</id><published>2012-01-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:28:38.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2011 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oNDybgGHM0/TwIS-WKRcrI/AAAAAAAABbw/Pmu_2oPJ4ro/s1600/DSCF0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very Merry Christmas at our home this year! The RedHead and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary on December 20th and I arrived home to find this mystery gift on the doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXt5qaff8mQ/TwIJGV_44CI/AAAAAAAABaI/kf9BegBvyd8/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXt5qaff8mQ/TwIJGV_44CI/AAAAAAAABaI/kf9BegBvyd8/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly-Belle is really wondering what it is?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MI0g7P7cuo/TwII-6LwXwI/AAAAAAAABZ4/-HUwpODZ3c0/s1600/Anniv.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MI0g7P7cuo/TwII-6LwXwI/AAAAAAAABZ4/-HUwpODZ3c0/s320/Anniv.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ta-da! It was a Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer (which I've wanted FOREVER!) and the Hunger Games trilogy. If you haven't read this series, go buy the books, lock yourself in your room for three days and enjoy. They are SO good! I was totally surprised by his gift, but the best gift is the wonderful eight years we've spent together since we said, "I do". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqtspqg40EA/TwIIxMom-zI/AAAAAAAABZQ/EcVp0XKcczQ/s1600/DSCF0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqtspqg40EA/TwIIxMom-zI/AAAAAAAABZQ/EcVp0XKcczQ/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas card photos were taken...which is really hard when my children like to make goofy faces in practically every picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3t41ZPNghSQ/TwII4lDyoqI/AAAAAAAABZY/WjTXm0E8-gQ/s1600/2011-12-04_20-40-41_632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3t41ZPNghSQ/TwII4lDyoqI/AAAAAAAABZY/WjTXm0E8-gQ/s320/2011-12-04_20-40-41_632.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We put up a really big tree (the bigger the better!) and I named her Lucy. Don't worry, we did adorn her with gifts later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOqMxGgLYZQ/TwII8cDgAhI/AAAAAAAABZg/pXGvhjBNyKI/s1600/DSCF0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOqMxGgLYZQ/TwII8cDgAhI/AAAAAAAABZg/pXGvhjBNyKI/s320/DSCF0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made several batches of these yummy treats: &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2011/12/peppermint-bark-rice-krispie-treats/" target="_blank"&gt;Peppermint Bark Rice Krispie Treats&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-wonderful-white-weekend.html" target="_blank"&gt;Christmas Party Mix&lt;/a&gt;. On Christmas Eve, the family came over to celebrate and we had a fun surprise guest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK-eeGmRjYU/TwIJXCUAa6I/AAAAAAAABaY/9Vv11O-ph9M/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK-eeGmRjYU/TwIJXCUAa6I/AAAAAAAABaY/9Vv11O-ph9M/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colson telling Santa he wants a Nintendo 3DS, some candy and a couple surprises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oNDybgGHM0/TwIS-WKRcrI/AAAAAAAABbw/Pmu_2oPJ4ro/s1600/DSCF0030.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oNDybgGHM0/TwIS-WKRcrI/AAAAAAAABbw/Pmu_2oPJ4ro/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly-Belle told Santa that she wanted a "horsey".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96GnumlrFGw/TwIJCaLmhSI/AAAAAAAABaA/vmW9FaWYwVQ/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96GnumlrFGw/TwIJCaLmhSI/AAAAAAAABaA/vmW9FaWYwVQ/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bug in her Christmas dress made by her Ya-Ya (my mother-in-law) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzpMBcNFwnk/TwIJTjraG7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/qs95MsiP8Ew/s1600/DSCF0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzpMBcNFwnk/TwIJTjraG7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/qs95MsiP8Ew/s320/DSCF0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then Santa came back and brought lots of goodies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning, the RedHead cooked his traditional Christmas breakfast, biscuits and gravy. He also added Apple French Toast this year, which was delicious! His parents and my Mama were here to open presents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTSQXyeUB2U/TwIKLyhoOcI/AAAAAAAABbk/JzjzB_Er39I/s1600/DSCF0079.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTSQXyeUB2U/TwIKLyhoOcI/AAAAAAAABbk/JzjzB_Er39I/s320/DSCF0079.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One more reason I love him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDMmQR_gIqM/TwIJjgH414I/AAAAAAAABao/CEOhXmKkEdU/s1600/DSCF0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDMmQR_gIqM/TwIJjgH414I/AAAAAAAABao/CEOhXmKkEdU/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colson with the glitter pens from his art box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkQiWvkOyVU/TwIJnW0hptI/AAAAAAAABaw/81noCnSoDQw/s1600/DSCF0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkQiWvkOyVU/TwIJnW0hptI/AAAAAAAABaw/81noCnSoDQw/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly-Belle with her new sunglasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PibbRr0KymE/TwIJvCorV4I/AAAAAAAABbA/XOARAbQ8GRg/s1600/DSCF0069.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PibbRr0KymE/TwIJvCorV4I/AAAAAAAABbA/XOARAbQ8GRg/s320/DSCF0069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cool Chick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiqECEwQgA4/TwIJrT65mwI/AAAAAAAABa4/tSayhwCPDzo/s1600/DSCF0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TiqECEwQgA4/TwIJrT65mwI/AAAAAAAABa4/tSayhwCPDzo/s320/DSCF0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colson found a few dollars on the switches in his stocking. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PibbRr0KymE/TwIJvCorV4I/AAAAAAAABbA/XOARAbQ8GRg/s1600/DSCF0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqHP10vvvlg/TwIJyxzakzI/AAAAAAAABbI/b8GPot1SSkA/s1600/DSCF0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqHP10vvvlg/TwIJyxzakzI/AAAAAAAABbI/b8GPot1SSkA/s320/DSCF0071.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bug with her Ladybug maracas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZaRpJISCg/TwIJ2RD61cI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ZAg3_4R-y_g/s1600/DSCF0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZaRpJISCg/TwIJ2RD61cI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ZAg3_4R-y_g/s320/DSCF0072.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colson already playing his 3DS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y099HT5yfak/TwIJ5_9kt-I/AAAAAAAABbY/FFTD4j2Yq64/s1600/DSCF0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y099HT5yfak/TwIJ5_9kt-I/AAAAAAAABbY/FFTD4j2Yq64/s320/DSCF0077.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bug cheesin' with new horse named Honeybun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas day we went to visit more of the RedHead's family and the kids got to ride real horses, which made Lilly-Belle's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6j-sUjKuFc0/TwII-dyehiI/AAAAAAAABZw/v3xuKK_K2Sc/s1600/408060_2936643539184_1353978029_33013128_1223159690_n.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6j-sUjKuFc0/TwII-dyehiI/AAAAAAAABZw/v3xuKK_K2Sc/s320/408060_2936643539184_1353978029_33013128_1223159690_n.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf1gZHtmPUM/TwII9v_HrZI/AAAAAAAABZo/VVoYu_2B8xM/s1600/396670_2936643619186_1353978029_33013130_1002988183_n.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf1gZHtmPUM/TwII9v_HrZI/AAAAAAAABZo/VVoYu_2B8xM/s320/396670_2936643619186_1353978029_33013130_1002988183_n.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were certainly blessed this year, and I look forward to seeing what 2012 has to bring. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-8810055785575923287?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8810055785575923287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8810055785575923287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8810055785575923287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011-recap.html' title='Christmas 2011 Recap'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXt5qaff8mQ/TwIJGV_44CI/AAAAAAAABaI/kf9BegBvyd8/s72-c/DSCF0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5504401661440973144</id><published>2011-12-14T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:30:30.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>That Little Voice</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting on the couch with my sick little girl as she naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am: She wakes up, feels a little warm, but temp is barely 99. A little voice says, "This isn't good" but a louder voice says, "You've got to get to work."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am: The little voice says, "Check on your baby." I call. No answer. I go back to teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45am: Call comes through to my room. The sitter says her temp has suddenly spiked to 103 and she's thrown up several times.&amp;nbsp; That little voice is screaming at me now. "Why did you leave her? You knew something wasn't right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave work and go to pick her up. I feel sick myself knowing that I wasn't there for her. I know that she was well cared for, but I feel like it's a battle I fight all the time. Keep that little voice quiet.&amp;nbsp; Ignore the feeling in my gut because I have other responsibilities to attend to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is mommy guilt. And I don't want anyone to say that I shouldn't feel guilty. I want to listen to that voice and follow that gut feeling. Reality says work, because I actually do love my job, but that little voice says be with your babies.&amp;nbsp; Maybe one day my little voice and reality will align. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5504401661440973144?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5504401661440973144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-little-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5504401661440973144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5504401661440973144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-little-voice.html' title='That Little Voice'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2883537238608028240</id><published>2011-12-07T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:25:10.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><title type='text'>Rose's Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnSamHFFiJ4/Tt_nuAciydI/AAAAAAAABY0/7Po0NQ2jD5k/s1600/DSCF0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnSamHFFiJ4/Tt_nuAciydI/AAAAAAAABY0/7Po0NQ2jD5k/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have made these brownies for two years for our local Charity League's Holiday House event and they are so good I thought I should share the recipe.&amp;nbsp; Just make these once and trust me, you'll never want boxed brownies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the secret is that the icing is just as thick as the brownie and it a slight mocha taste from the coffee you put in. Enough trying to sell you on them, here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;Brownies:&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons cocoa&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients; then add eggs and butter. Add vanilla and nuts and mix well. Pour into (2) greased 8x8 inch pans. Bake at 325 for 25-30 minutes (toothpick should come out clean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter, melted (with 1/3 cup milk added to it)&lt;br /&gt;1 box powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 heaping tablespoons cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon instant coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Mix powdered sugar and cocoa. Add milk and butter. Add vanilla and coffee. Beat well and then pour over warm brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you will be tempted to eat the entire pan right away, but they really are better if you wait till the next day to cut them. So eat 1 pan when you make them and then save the other for the next day! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2883537238608028240?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2883537238608028240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/12/roses-brownies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2883537238608028240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2883537238608028240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/12/roses-brownies.html' title='Rose&apos;s Brownies'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NnSamHFFiJ4/Tt_nuAciydI/AAAAAAAABY0/7Po0NQ2jD5k/s72-c/DSCF0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-415217854990812240</id><published>2011-11-28T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:29:58.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><title type='text'>It's Exactly What It Looks Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KS6UJwFVy0U/TtQJ_tFI3MI/AAAAAAAABYs/IAlNjIMxs3Q/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yep, it's a bacon t-shirt. Why might one need a bacon t-shirt you ask? To torment my husband, that's why. A few weeks&amp;nbsp;ago the RedHead and I had a discussion about having a third child. We have discussions about this quite often, but we both know that it would be best if we wait just a tad bit longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;During this discussion I decided it would be best if we had a code word. Kind of like a "safe" word, but really the opposite.&amp;nbsp;He says the word and I know that we're ready to start trying. The word: Bacon! Since then I've been completely harrassing him about all things bacon. I'm perfectly content waiting a few more months, but this is just too much fun to let go. So this little beauty is going to be hanging on the closet door for him when he gets home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I think I've found a stocking stuffer as well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feWBhIUEVcw/TtQJ6bcr0_I/AAAAAAAABYk/ta3K_dLn23E/s1600/bacon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="232px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feWBhIUEVcw/TtQJ6bcr0_I/AAAAAAAABYk/ta3K_dLn23E/s320/bacon.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I kid. That's just gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KS6UJwFVy0U/TtQJ_tFI3MI/AAAAAAAABYs/IAlNjIMxs3Q/s1600/DSCF0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&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/2225298926776508678-415217854990812240?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/415217854990812240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-exactly-what-it-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/415217854990812240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/415217854990812240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-exactly-what-it-looks-like.html' title='It&apos;s Exactly What It Looks Like'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KS6UJwFVy0U/TtQJ_tFI3MI/AAAAAAAABYs/IAlNjIMxs3Q/s72-c/DSCF0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3257150056127948477</id><published>2011-11-27T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:30:03.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>So It Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T2Y-ICzddo/TtKdnWob8YI/AAAAAAAABYc/0smIqPHqqBc/s1600/calendar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T2Y-ICzddo/TtKdnWob8YI/AAAAAAAABYc/0smIqPHqqBc/s320/calendar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Thanksgiving's passing, the Christmas season arrives.&amp;nbsp; Just today my Mama asked me what I had going on this week. I replied, "Drop off food for the Holiday House Shoppes and Colson's basketball practice on Wednesday, Preview Party on Thursday, Charity League Holiday House shift Friday...&amp;nbsp; The calendar is filling up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once December begins it seems that there is a steady stream of activities, parties and general busyness. I am happy to have this season of celebration with my family and friends, but I look forward to the small moments with my closest family that put that intense feeling of joy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to hanging the stockings on the mantle, drinking cocoa while watching Christmas movies, making cookies with my children, and talking with them about the story of our Savior's birth. The parties are fun, but these small moments are the ones I will treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3257150056127948477?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3257150056127948477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3257150056127948477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3257150056127948477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-it-begins.html' title='So It Begins'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T2Y-ICzddo/TtKdnWob8YI/AAAAAAAABYc/0smIqPHqqBc/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5463305180414991314</id><published>2011-11-23T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:35:59.356-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Many Blessings</title><content type='html'>This Thanksgiving I have more than my fair share of things to be thankful for. There's the big things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond thankful for a husband who loves me so much and spoils me rotten. He is the most supportive and attentive person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K92oYhmvo3Q/Ts2CuvE6mHI/AAAAAAAABYU/-V930dZcrFs/s1600/meandnick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K92oYhmvo3Q/Ts2CuvE6mHI/AAAAAAAABYU/-V930dZcrFs/s320/meandnick.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my two children who bring light and laughter into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3RTloDU-vc/Ts2Ckoc1bvI/AAAAAAAABYE/mPuKCtRyypU/s1600/kiddos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3RTloDU-vc/Ts2Ckoc1bvI/AAAAAAAABYE/mPuKCtRyypU/s320/kiddos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for my Mama, a job that allows me to share my passion for reading with children every day, and friends I can count on for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD-XjuoQkiE/Ts2CgjXmjNI/AAAAAAAABX8/ItuJH0w5Aco/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD-XjuoQkiE/Ts2CgjXmjNI/AAAAAAAABX8/ItuJH0w5Aco/s320/friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then there are the little things:&lt;br /&gt;Sugar-Free Peppermint Mocha coffee creamer that allows me a treat while not breaking my carb diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OsbPQPQdFE/Ts1uijZ-52I/AAAAAAAABXk/jjhcis_25n8/s1600/creamer" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OsbPQPQdFE/Ts1uijZ-52I/AAAAAAAABXk/jjhcis_25n8/s200/creamer" width="71" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairdresser being able to work me in the day before Thanksgiving so I can have "good" hair through the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter Rainboots that keep me stylin' even in yucky weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICl50DXJovQ/Ts1uk4eBkoI/AAAAAAAABX0/LvdD91wmTsA/s1600/hunterboots" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICl50DXJovQ/Ts1uk4eBkoI/AAAAAAAABX0/LvdD91wmTsA/s1600/hunterboots" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bacon...because bacon makes everything better! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1o6JEABCgA/Ts1ukN6oKtI/AAAAAAAABXs/ye0oV5jX-ZI/s1600/5w8uc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1o6JEABCgA/Ts1ukN6oKtI/AAAAAAAABXs/ye0oV5jX-ZI/s200/5w8uc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5463305180414991314?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5463305180414991314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/many-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5463305180414991314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5463305180414991314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/many-blessings.html' title='Many Blessings'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K92oYhmvo3Q/Ts2CuvE6mHI/AAAAAAAABYU/-V930dZcrFs/s72-c/meandnick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-937828560846127274</id><published>2011-11-22T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:36:12.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Here's The Trick</title><content type='html'>Here's the trick...I'm posting this a month late. But these two are adorable little treats.  We had the best Halloween this year. We visited family first, and then we met up with other families in the neighborhood, ate pizza, and had a hayride for the kids to trick-or-treat all of the homes. Here are some pictures of our little Strawberry and Fire Fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With Daddy, at least Lilly-Belle is excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0PSCTzl-x0/TswgHo1nR7I/AAAAAAAABWo/W20AlXLLrO0/s1600/DSCF0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0PSCTzl-x0/TswgHo1nR7I/AAAAAAAABWo/W20AlXLLrO0/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Mommy and our pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcR1O0d9wPs/TswgH41xIMI/AAAAAAAABW4/Geen9w-1JLU/s1600/DSCF0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcR1O0d9wPs/TswgH41xIMI/AAAAAAAABW4/Geen9w-1JLU/s400/DSCF0020.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9OK12ywFhU/TswgGh6wK7I/AAAAAAAABWU/Q-hDw9sYpLo/s1600/DSCF0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9OK12ywFhU/TswgGh6wK7I/AAAAAAAABWU/Q-hDw9sYpLo/s400/DSCF0013.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With Great Grienky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuHQyoVif8g/TswjRF_mwbI/AAAAAAAABXc/aPwtUw4iHhw/s1600/DSCF0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nuHQyoVif8g/TswjRF_mwbI/AAAAAAAABXc/aPwtUw4iHhw/s320/DSCF0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Great Granny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9LgIGSria8/TswgG6XhLkI/AAAAAAAABWg/rsQWTBtJHks/s1600/DSCF0015.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9LgIGSria8/TswgG6XhLkI/AAAAAAAABWg/rsQWTBtJHks/s400/DSCF0015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Miss Liz, Lauren, and Logan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dKdx3RUndQ/TswgUDm37aI/AAAAAAAABXU/0qjkr1tgJJY/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4dKdx3RUndQ/TswgUDm37aI/AAAAAAAABXU/0qjkr1tgJJY/s400/DSCF0025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-937828560846127274?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/937828560846127274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/heres-trick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/937828560846127274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/937828560846127274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/heres-trick.html' title='Here&apos;s The Trick'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0PSCTzl-x0/TswgHo1nR7I/AAAAAAAABWo/W20AlXLLrO0/s72-c/DSCF0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3243377843441711684</id><published>2011-11-21T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T03:25:09.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><title type='text'>Monkey Goes To School</title><content type='html'>Way back in August Colson Monkey started Kindergarten. We decided to send him to our neighborhood school instead of having him come to the school where I work. It was hard for mommy to let go, but boy am I glad I did. He is an independent little boy who is loving school, has the best Kindergarten teacher, and tells me a hundred new things that he's learned each day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day of school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiW8P5ByfO4/TshpMJocmOI/AAAAAAAABVw/sVrMeOg290o/s1600/First%2BDay" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiW8P5ByfO4/TshpMJocmOI/AAAAAAAABVw/sVrMeOg290o/s400/First%2BDay" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sA-x2sTZRLk/TshpMXlG3LI/AAAAAAAABV4/O-_VDq07Ly4/s1600/Going%2Bto%2BKindergarten" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sA-x2sTZRLk/TshpMXlG3LI/AAAAAAAABV4/O-_VDq07Ly4/s400/Going%2Bto%2BKindergarten" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after just a few short months, here he is reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jM9FaEKKfI0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3243377843441711684?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3243377843441711684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/monkey-goes-to-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3243377843441711684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3243377843441711684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/monkey-goes-to-school.html' title='Monkey Goes To School'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CiW8P5ByfO4/TshpMJocmOI/AAAAAAAABVw/sVrMeOg290o/s72-c/First%2BDay' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5135780798834056537</id><published>2011-11-19T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:31:11.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><title type='text'>Homemade Brunswick Stew</title><content type='html'>This is seriously the best soup you will ever make. If you like Vegetable Soup, you will love Brunswick Stew. It's like vegetable soup on steroids! Here I have made a double batch because I was sending in some to my Monkey's school for the teachers, but you don't have to double up (unless you love it as much as I do!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USu-DqgDSIg/Tshk25Lg6MI/AAAAAAAABVk/uD50fVVFDdU/s1600/Brunswick%2BStew" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USu-DqgDSIg/Tshk25Lg6MI/AAAAAAAABVk/uD50fVVFDdU/s400/Brunswick%2BStew" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grab your biggest pot get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Calibri";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNoSpacing, li.MsoNoSpacing, div.MsoNoSpacing { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }ol { margin-bottom: 0in; }ul { margin-bottom: 0in; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Brunswick Stew – Makes 6 quarts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;3 large Chicken Breasts – boil until done / cool / shred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;1-1&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;½&amp;nbsp; lbs Barbecue (I use sliced and I shred)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;4 medium Potatoes diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;1 lb Carrots diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Cook Carrots and Potatoes until tender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;In large pot add:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;1 can Petite Diced Tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;3-4 cans Tomato Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;2 - 3 cans Chicken Broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;2 cans Kitchen Sliced Green Beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;1 can Black Eye Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;1 bag frozen Baby Limas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;1 bag frozen Shoe Peg Corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Potatoes and Carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Shredded Chicken &amp;amp; Barbecue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;2 Chicken Bouillon Cubes crushed &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; 1 Tbsp Chicken Base (Paste found in Chicken Broth section)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Salt &amp;amp; Pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sugar (1 TBSP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nature Seasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Simmer on low for 1-2 hours stirring often. This soup freezes well, so don't worry at all about what to do with any leftovers you'll have (as if there will actually be any!) And a big Thank You to my Mama who helped me make all of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5135780798834056537?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5135780798834056537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/homemade-brunswick-stew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5135780798834056537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5135780798834056537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/homemade-brunswick-stew.html' title='Homemade Brunswick Stew'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USu-DqgDSIg/Tshk25Lg6MI/AAAAAAAABVk/uD50fVVFDdU/s72-c/Brunswick%2BStew' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7479582441278741264</id><published>2011-11-12T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:36:48.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A True Story</title><content type='html'>There once was a girl who started a blog while trapped under a nursing baby. And now that baby is two and a half. And that girl is back at work, and still being wifey and mommy, and daughter and child of God, and housekeeper and friend, and the list goes on. And the little blog went neglected, but not forgotten because so many other things took priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl was sad. She missed writing and talking to bloggy friends and keeping a journal of her thoughts and life. She's still trying to think of a time to carve into the day/week to write a bit. She doesn't want to let her blog get too far gone because one day she'd like to be trapped under a nursing baby once again.&amp;nbsp; And she'd like to write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7479582441278741264?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7479582441278741264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7479582441278741264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7479582441278741264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/11/true-story.html' title='A True Story'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-422718263826806290</id><published>2011-08-17T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:47:37.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Improv Icecream</title><content type='html'>The other day I read &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/2011/08/shaken-not-stirredkids-in-kitchen-craft.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on Cowboy Boots and Baby Booties and before I could even leave her a comment I had to go make some of this delicious icecream!&amp;nbsp; I decided I would take her advice and make it with the kids today since it is the last day of summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for One Serving:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup half and half&lt;br /&gt;2 Tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract (I upped it from her recipe...I'm a sucker for vanilla)&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;Kosher Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3l115UG2tQ/Tkv9RJKNJoI/AAAAAAAABU8/oJdVcyGxyzg/s1600/DSCF0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3l115UG2tQ/Tkv9RJKNJoI/AAAAAAAABU8/oJdVcyGxyzg/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the first three ingredients in a baggie and then put that baggie inside another baggie. Double Bag it baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any large ziploc baggies so I threw ours in a large Tupperware container with the ice and salt and shook away. It took about 5-7 minutes of shaking and if you like yours more firm you may have to add a few minutes. (This made me rethink my position on the &lt;a href="https://www.shakeweight.com/"&gt;Shake Weight&lt;/a&gt;...maybe it really does work. And that means I got a workout while I made icecream. Yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6Qp_JWAfLI/Tkv9LWcmkuI/AAAAAAAABU4/iuMYJI-khnw/s1600/DSCF0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6Qp_JWAfLI/Tkv9LWcmkuI/AAAAAAAABU4/iuMYJI-khnw/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've reached the consistency you like, just pull out the clean icecream baggie and serve it up. &lt;br /&gt;Mama Bear and Baby Bear portions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8ZHYvv5KS4/Tkv9XED1nZI/AAAAAAAABVA/7NVfIuUuTVo/s1600/DSCF0011+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8ZHYvv5KS4/Tkv9XED1nZI/AAAAAAAABVA/7NVfIuUuTVo/s320/DSCF0011+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you decide to make some make sure to go tell &lt;a href="http://www.cowboybootsandbabybooties.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; how much you loved&amp;nbsp;the idea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-422718263826806290?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/422718263826806290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/improv-icecream.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/422718263826806290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/422718263826806290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/improv-icecream.html' title='Improv Icecream'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3l115UG2tQ/Tkv9RJKNJoI/AAAAAAAABU8/oJdVcyGxyzg/s72-c/DSCF0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1361128751734048598</id><published>2011-08-11T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:33:22.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Okay Series'/><title type='text'>It's Okay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chroniclesofneely.com/2011/08/its-ok-thursday.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d935SAzZEqA/TkLiWBrCOlI/AAAAAAAABUo/pfOlg-Wr2Yo/s1600/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm linking up again today with Amber and Neely for It's Okay Thursday. Click the button above if you'd like to link up too!&lt;br /&gt;It's okay... to be frustrated when people don't do their jobs. It's called responsibility. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ikAuBDj5Aw/TkLjZG3eSUI/AAAAAAAABUs/578CM09tXrI/s1600/incompetent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ikAuBDj5Aw/TkLjZG3eSUI/AAAAAAAABUs/578CM09tXrI/s320/incompetent.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay... to feel a little weepy because your little boy is going to the beach for 5 days without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to feel weepy because you're so proud of that same little boy for singing praise to God at VBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mDcp2t8-Vg/TkQf1MTEIsI/AAAAAAAABU0/0GD7LjMGdWQ/s1600/vbs2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mDcp2t8-Vg/TkQf1MTEIsI/AAAAAAAABU0/0GD7LjMGdWQ/s320/vbs2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to crush on fashion blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laviepetite.blogspot.com/"&gt;la vie petite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clothedmuch.com/"&gt;Clothed Much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kendi Everyday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littletinsoldier.tumblr.com/"&gt;little tin soldier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to work in your classroom days before you're paid to be there because you want it to be just right for the kids when they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1361128751734048598?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1361128751734048598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay_11.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1361128751734048598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1361128751734048598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay_11.html' title='It&apos;s Okay..'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d935SAzZEqA/TkLiWBrCOlI/AAAAAAAABUo/pfOlg-Wr2Yo/s72-c/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7100470464453550846</id><published>2011-08-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T12:26:26.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Where I'm Totally Fooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLsr2EHEIPc/TkA1l4d_eeI/AAAAAAAABUU/g5l4DtLGD7Y/s1600/Surprise.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLsr2EHEIPc/TkA1l4d_eeI/AAAAAAAABUU/g5l4DtLGD7Y/s1600/Surprise.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start out by going a little mushy and saying that I totally have the best husband ever! The RedHead pulled off a surprise party for my 29th birthday on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Despite spyteching being one of my best skills, I had absolutely NO idea.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even think that I should be looking for anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my birthday isn't until the end of the month.&amp;nbsp; He totally thought this through. He sent out printed invitations (which really impressed me and my friends because no less than 10 people told me how he even had invitations done).&amp;nbsp; This is such a big deal for men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best friends took me out for a "Ladies Night" to get our nails done and have dinner and then we came home to the surprise party.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun to have my friends there, lots of margaritas on hand and the most delicious (and enormous) cupcakes from Cakes and All Things Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJihibAlBHk/TkA3S3B37dI/AAAAAAAABUc/sdoMuVv0-Lw/s1600/cupcake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJihibAlBHk/TkA3S3B37dI/AAAAAAAABUc/sdoMuVv0-Lw/s320/cupcake2.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pink Lemondade...which I'm currently eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrREHNFW3iI/TkA3XS347XI/AAAAAAAABUg/WbJ3yJvKovw/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrREHNFW3iI/TkA3XS347XI/AAAAAAAABUg/WbJ3yJvKovw/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange Creamsicle, Red Velvet and Key Lime﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymS580kYDbw/TkA3ad32BKI/AAAAAAAABUk/wbbVByTOywI/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymS580kYDbw/TkA3ad32BKI/AAAAAAAABUk/wbbVByTOywI/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" width="116px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No pic of the margaritas we had, but I did get a bottle of Skinny Girl Margaritas from a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had butterflies in my stomach for the first hour because I was THAT surprised. It was a wonderful time and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nick for such a great early birthday gift! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, and we won't mention that I was an hour late because I (yes, it was my fault) insisted on moving our reservations back so we wouldn't have to rush getting our nails done.&amp;nbsp; Luckily the crowd was on my side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;**Oh, and I got to order this bag for my birthday gift. Just another reason I wasn't expecting anything because this would totally be enough. Maybe he just said yes to not ruin the surprise!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78080573/women-retro-handmade-leather-messenger"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4ybw1VShR0/TkA1nVPUJrI/AAAAAAAABUY/yE-4eJpknQk/s200/handbag.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7100470464453550846?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7100470464453550846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-im-totally-fooled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7100470464453550846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7100470464453550846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-im-totally-fooled.html' title='Where I&apos;m Totally Fooled'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLsr2EHEIPc/TkA1l4d_eeI/AAAAAAAABUU/g5l4DtLGD7Y/s72-c/Surprise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4866253445634787228</id><published>2011-08-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:53:51.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Okay Series'/><title type='text'>It's Okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chroniclesofneely.com/2011/08/very-first-its-ok-thursday.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB_NoXWhhqo/TjnyyNrhKmI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZZocJcAWg4w/s1600/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I'm linking up with Neely @ &lt;a href="http://www.chroniclesofneely.com/"&gt;A Complete Waste of Makeup&lt;/a&gt; and Amber @ &lt;a href="http://www.brunchwithamber.com/"&gt;Brunch With Amber&lt;/a&gt; in the "It's Okay" series. Click the button above to visit and link up too!&amp;nbsp; **All my pictures are linked, so click away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to put yourself out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://projectspreadingsmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTvx-I0RumE/Tjnuvb0UdMI/AAAAAAAABTo/cainTh4EtMs/s320/idea1+%25282%2529.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to have that second margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/beer-garitas-are-fantabulous.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h952U3OmQfQ/Tjnu45HAjxI/AAAAAAAABTs/8Ct0yfZK1dI/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to check Twitter more than you tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/mistypriddy"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvuqyxjWrZY/Tjnu8lcskeI/AAAAAAAABTw/iWY7cal0_pg/s320/twitter+%25282%2529.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to let your children practice being a nudist. (At home, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-of-nekkid-nappers.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9FK2_xqG0/TjnwGvCh16I/AAAAAAAABT4/QJZaHLkkYVM/s320/babes.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...to embrace your inner nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/nerdy-girl.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wm73c6MhldU/TjnvBTmXu8I/AAAAAAAABT0/gM8jmvWcZCA/s200/glasses.jpg" t$="true" width="186px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's okay to be OVER summer and ready for fall. Join EmmyLou's fall swap @ &lt;a href="http://emmyloublogs.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-annual-fall-swap.html"&gt;Tales of an All American Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://emmyloublogs.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-annual-fall-swap.html" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IZK0poke3E/Tjn2a9k3uYI/AAAAAAAABUA/SOdnbFm4rMU/s320/fallswap.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-4866253445634787228?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4866253445634787228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4866253445634787228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4866253445634787228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s Okay...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yB_NoXWhhqo/TjnyyNrhKmI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZZocJcAWg4w/s72-c/ItsOkThursdaysButton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1928936540690227610</id><published>2011-08-03T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:26:47.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project: Spreading Smiles'/><title type='text'>Taking The First Step</title><content type='html'>Today I'm linking to a new project. I'm taking that first step and boy is it hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://projectspreadingsmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://projectspreadingsmiles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1928936540690227610?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1928936540690227610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-first-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1928936540690227610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1928936540690227610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-first-step.html' title='Taking The First Step'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6114954394770497739</id><published>2011-08-01T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:44:04.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mani-Pedi'/><title type='text'>Pretty as Punch</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been really into bright nails for the summer.&amp;nbsp; During the school year I rarely have time to give myself a manicure, so summertime is pretty much the only time I have polished nails.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some awesome bright polish colors -Sinful Colors-&amp;nbsp;at Rite Aid for only $1.99 so I bought a few to experiment with. This one is a pretty purple called "Dream On". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0eAEEjXKCXU/TjRiaUEA_tI/AAAAAAAABS0/KTBrzRPpmIA/s1600/nails1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0eAEEjXKCXU/TjRiaUEA_tI/AAAAAAAABS0/KTBrzRPpmIA/s320/nails1.jpg" t$="true" width="313px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I decided to dazzle it up a little on the toes so I added a glitter topcoat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vObe4r8H2HE/TjRidTV3A0I/AAAAAAAABS4/q0rkL3-te04/s1600/nails3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vObe4r8H2HE/TjRidTV3A0I/AAAAAAAABS4/q0rkL3-te04/s400/nails3.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here are the polishes I used, and the best topcoat ever! Your manicure will last all week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGZotpuknVA/TjRijGBanrI/AAAAAAAABS8/vJQ5PPnn5VE/s1600/nails4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGZotpuknVA/TjRijGBanrI/AAAAAAAABS8/vJQ5PPnn5VE/s400/nails4.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sinful Colors-"Dream On" $1.99 @ Rite Aid (Looks more pink in the photo, but it's really purple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wet n Wild- "Kaleidoscope" $.99 @ Rite Aid&lt;/div&gt;Gelous-"Advanced Gel Nail Coat" $4.99 @ &lt;a href="http://www.sallybeauty.com/nail-gel/SBS-507020,default,pd.html?cm_vc=SEARCH"&gt;Sally Beauty Supply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sinful colors dry matte so you really have to use a top coat to give it gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-6114954394770497739?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6114954394770497739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-as-punch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6114954394770497739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6114954394770497739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-as-punch.html' title='Pretty as Punch'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0eAEEjXKCXU/TjRiaUEA_tI/AAAAAAAABS0/KTBrzRPpmIA/s72-c/nails1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1800151295402533125</id><published>2011-07-31T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:49:16.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><title type='text'>Just One More Reason</title><content type='html'>Just one more reason why I love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FA6Z7ykja4/TjWjcuX0IXI/AAAAAAAABTA/OopK-pyPTEM/s1600/breakfast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FA6Z7ykja4/TjWjcuX0IXI/AAAAAAAABTA/OopK-pyPTEM/s400/breakfast.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He cooks! Yummy &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/easy-breakfast-casserole-38065"&gt;sausage breakfast casserole&lt;/a&gt; to be specific. :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sooo good!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;*But be a good cook** like him and leave out the salt or you won't be able to wear pants for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;**Good cooks also use &lt;a href="http://www.neesesausage.com/default.htm"&gt;Neese's Hot Sausage&lt;/a&gt;, but I realize some poor unfortunate souls don't have this available so just do the best you can. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1800151295402533125?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1800151295402533125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-one-more-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1800151295402533125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1800151295402533125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-one-more-reason.html' title='Just One More Reason'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FA6Z7ykja4/TjWjcuX0IXI/AAAAAAAABTA/OopK-pyPTEM/s72-c/breakfast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3754199079895992417</id><published>2011-07-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:05:48.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Like Cold Beverages'/><title type='text'>Conversation of the Day/Story of my Life</title><content type='html'>Dinner last night with the RedHead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a margarita to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Jumbo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know. I just worked out so that would really ruin what I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Do you plan on working out tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: The next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red: Well, okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I had the margarita. Does anyone else use this type of rationalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3754199079895992417?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3754199079895992417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/conversation-of-daystory-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3754199079895992417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3754199079895992417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/conversation-of-daystory-of-my-life.html' title='Conversation of the Day/Story of my Life'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1647572030584105325</id><published>2011-07-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:00:35.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><title type='text'>Nerdy Girl</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just one of those days.&amp;nbsp; My mama and I took Bug to get her 2 year picture made and she lasted all of about 4 minutes.&amp;nbsp; We quickly picked the one decent photo that didn't have half deflated mylar balloons and crumpled gift bags in the picture and got out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4M3ewtnP6Y/TjGi_oFrXHI/AAAAAAAABSw/UvXcScLRWx4/s1600/lb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4M3ewtnP6Y/TjGi_oFrXHI/AAAAAAAABSw/UvXcScLRWx4/s320/lb.jpg" t$="true" width="248px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Monkey was whiny and Bug ran around every place we went like a bull in a china shop. She even managed to throw a bag of goldfish across the restaurant and it landed on an elderly lady's table who was none to happy about Bug's antics.&amp;nbsp; However, we did end the day with some fun at the pool after the RedHead got home. (Oh, but then bedtime came to a nasty end at 10pm after a hour of struggle.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning wasn't looking much better when the Bug said/screamed the words, "MILK MOMMY" about 100 times in the first 10 minutes I was awake. But then I remembered I got to go pick up my new glasses today! Many will hate on them, but I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ˈaʊtfɪt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnQFUA1r0ko/TjGhRQWJK9I/AAAAAAAABSk/8HtTi66E1_c/s1600/photobomb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnQFUA1r0ko/TjGhRQWJK9I/AAAAAAAABSk/8HtTi66E1_c/s640/photobomb.jpg" t$="true" width="322px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bug photobombing my picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHVomJMNgRI/TjGhTgWYsxI/AAAAAAAABSo/fyeM9w-6Hp4/s1600/outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHVomJMNgRI/TjGhTgWYsxI/AAAAAAAABSo/fyeM9w-6Hp4/s640/outfit.jpg" t$="true" width="355px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dress: Mercer &amp;amp; Madison&lt;/div&gt;Belt: Forever 21 (only $2.5!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Jack Rogers Navajo&lt;br /&gt;Glasses: not the new ones :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the nerdy girl glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVUTtSJomlM/TjGhPE59bhI/AAAAAAAABSg/DhehETjelPg/s1600/glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVUTtSJomlM/TjGhPE59bhI/AAAAAAAABSg/DhehETjelPg/s200/glasses.jpg" t$="true" width="186px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Happy Little Friday friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1647572030584105325?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1647572030584105325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/nerdy-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1647572030584105325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1647572030584105325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/nerdy-girl.html' title='Nerdy Girl'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4M3ewtnP6Y/TjGi_oFrXHI/AAAAAAAABSw/UvXcScLRWx4/s72-c/lb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7519227609836612070</id><published>2011-07-26T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:19:20.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>The Everyday</title><content type='html'>I really get hyped up about exciting events in my life. Sometimes I feel like I'm always looking forward, but I've realized after many experiences that the more you build it up the more likely you are to feel a bit disappointed after it's over. So I'm trying really hard to just live in each day. Here's a few bits from the everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy Breakfast: Vanilla yogurt, 1/2 chopped apple, walnuts and a drizzle of honey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2qJr6K86uk/Ti9awB77fEI/AAAAAAAABSM/QmjnY7sIdeo/s1600/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633821440063798338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2qJr6K86uk/Ti9awB77fEI/AAAAAAAABSM/QmjnY7sIdeo/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I wore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEB2xOWMomo/Ti9bxaiXw8I/AAAAAAAABSc/s9cmdsqJj-Y/s1600/outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633822563358983106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iEB2xOWMomo/Ti9bxaiXw8I/AAAAAAAABSc/s9cmdsqJj-Y/s400/outfit.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 202px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirt: Forever 21 (forever old) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skirt: Max Studio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes: Mossimo for Target &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belt: Fossil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch: Michael Kors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Straw Bag: Thrifted from Goodwill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An evening walk with the Bug:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIQ2f6ltajY/Ti9av8tHQKI/AAAAAAAABSE/n_RUlVZEd44/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633821438659477666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIQ2f6ltajY/Ti9av8tHQKI/AAAAAAAABSE/n_RUlVZEd44/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to look at these beautiful blues every day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aB7WvYtjQ0/Ti9avjVvirI/AAAAAAAABR8/Xg-TiIRDg7Y/s1600/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633821431850568370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aB7WvYtjQ0/Ti9avjVvirI/AAAAAAAABR8/Xg-TiIRDg7Y/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at airplanes. Clearly I need some photography tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to enjoying the everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7519227609836612070?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7519227609836612070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7519227609836612070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7519227609836612070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyday.html' title='The Everyday'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P2qJr6K86uk/Ti9awB77fEI/AAAAAAAABSM/QmjnY7sIdeo/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4753283351157852202</id><published>2011-07-25T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:04:17.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>My Life List</title><content type='html'>Last week I wrote my Life List. Some people call it a Bucket List, but that just sounds so negative to me so I went with Life List. I consider this a work in progress. Cross 'em off and add 'em as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Things To Do This Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take a mother/daughter trip with Mama and Lilly-Belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Buy a pair of Louboutins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;See the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Read the Bible from beginning to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take ballet (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Buy/Drive a baby blue Ford Thunderbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Paint a painting for my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Go to a spa and have "the works"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Serve in a soup kitchen with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Start a retirement fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Get a passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Sell an item on etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take piano lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Grow my hair to the middle of my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Own a vacation home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Learn to make my own spaghetti sauce (must be yummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take a second honeymoon to Punta Cana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take a walk after dark under a full moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Attend a fashion show during Fashion Week (doesn't matter the city)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Own a real typewriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Perfect giving myself a manicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Commission a handbag to be made&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Learn French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Travel to France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Renew my wedding vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Have a third child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Take a trip to Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Get another tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Hold someone's hand while they give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Travel to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Grow a garden (where the plants survive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Get a cruiser bicycle and actually ride it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Run a 10k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Go on a solo trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Learn to crochet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Go to a blog conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Go horseback riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Learn to make biscuits like Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Buy a nice pair of cowboy boots&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Go on a mission trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Two down, many more to go. Let's make it happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-4753283351157852202?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4753283351157852202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-life-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4753283351157852202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4753283351157852202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-life-list.html' title='My Life List'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-9213259637497482745</id><published>2011-07-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T05:56:30.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Style'/><title type='text'>Crave or Save</title><content type='html'>I've fallen in love with this bag: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mulberry.com/#/storefront/c5583/4304/category/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159065538906434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HedisijIGWI/Tily1GPxSUI/AAAAAAAABRs/6vKnbVBlG-o/s320/mulberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Mulberry Oversized Alexa in Oak...thanks in part to Emily @&lt;a href="http://cupcakesandcashmere.com/"&gt;Cupcakes and Cashmere&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, $1400 is a tough price to swallow which makes this bag a crave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being that I don't have that kind of dough laying around I went on the hunt for a save on my favorite site (forever and ever) &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/?ref=si_home"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. Here's my save version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78080573/women-retro-handmade-leather-messenger"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632159071547272546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDm8M0GSyto/Tily1coRrWI/AAAAAAAABR0/YAtJ9l860Xw/s320/satchel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see this in my future...Happy Birthday from the RedHead? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-9213259637497482745?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/9213259637497482745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/crave-or-save.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/9213259637497482745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/9213259637497482745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/crave-or-save.html' title='Crave or Save'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HedisijIGWI/Tily1GPxSUI/AAAAAAAABRs/6vKnbVBlG-o/s72-c/mulberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4694196512677374981</id><published>2011-07-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:26:49.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>In the Moment Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let me set the scene. It's the last day of our week long vacation at the beach and for some odd reason it pops into my head, "Hmmm, I don't think we've taken any pictures this week." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask the RedHead and he confirms that he took about three pictures of Monkey on the beach the first day, but that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We head to the arcade to play a few more games and cash in $20 worth of tickets on $2 worth of prizes and I snap a few pictures of the Bug on the little merry-go-round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a bit down at first that we had no documentation of all the fun we had that week. No pictures of splashing in the pool, eating huge cones of icecream, or playing putt-putt. But then I realized that in order to have those pictures I couldn't have been in on the fun of all of these activites. I bet some mommies can handle the activity plus the pictures, but for me I have to be totally involved (especially with Lilly) or be totally observant (just taking pictures).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I'd rather be an in-the-moment kind of mommy. I want my kids to remember having fun with me, not having fun with daddy while mommy took pictures of it. This kind of eased the regret I felt for not having any "proof" of our fun, but I will try to take at least one day and just do tons of pictures so I have something to look back on when the memories begin to fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the following photo montage of our 2011 summer vacay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp0Rt0MCWn8/TicqqNbSzvI/AAAAAAAABRk/jkYQL9ED7Rk/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516763697106674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp0Rt0MCWn8/TicqqNbSzvI/AAAAAAAABRk/jkYQL9ED7Rk/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LumQ35JLKqg/TicqapC1_cI/AAAAAAAABRU/WMGbeNga594/s1600/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516496232840642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LumQ35JLKqg/TicqapC1_cI/AAAAAAAABRU/WMGbeNga594/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVRR2iHfdmQ/TicqafN9B9I/AAAAAAAABRM/nLeUTzLgFlI/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516493595084754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kVRR2iHfdmQ/TicqafN9B9I/AAAAAAAABRM/nLeUTzLgFlI/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olKKph6CshM/Ticqp6yEtzI/AAAAAAAABRc/XS-lX-8OVTU/s1600/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516758692378418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olKKph6CshM/Ticqp6yEtzI/AAAAAAAABRc/XS-lX-8OVTU/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVUnr_acJms/TicqZ1D1xpI/AAAAAAAABRE/PGsvpdX0Cpg/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516482278377106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iVUnr_acJms/TicqZ1D1xpI/AAAAAAAABRE/PGsvpdX0Cpg/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHxKIiFMJb4/TicqZ9_ExlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OgZKu5lXpNo/s1600/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516484674307666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHxKIiFMJb4/TicqZ9_ExlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OgZKu5lXpNo/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsMKjBWMPpA/TicqZXuH4zI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zuNBKzCcczA/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631516474402661170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fsMKjBWMPpA/TicqZXuH4zI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zuNBKzCcczA/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/2225298926776508678-4694196512677374981?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4694196512677374981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-moment-mommy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4694196512677374981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4694196512677374981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-moment-mommy.html' title='In the Moment Mommy'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp0Rt0MCWn8/TicqqNbSzvI/AAAAAAAABRk/jkYQL9ED7Rk/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1984033140157250885</id><published>2011-07-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:37:56.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Style'/><title type='text'>My Dream Hair</title><content type='html'>I've been dreaming of having long hair since I was in High School. I envied those girls who could cut their hair above their shoulders one month and then several months later it was already grown out again. I could never muster enough patience to just let mine be and give it time to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last August was the last time I had a "real" haircut. I made up my mind to let it grow so once in my life I'd have the long hair I wanted. So only trims for about a year now and it's a few inches past my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it grows at a snail's pace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To curb my impatience and talk myself out of just cutting it short again, I decided to try extensions. I found these at Sally's Beauty Supply. They are human hair and they were the perfect color. I didn't have to dye them or highlight them at all! I simply took them to my hairdresser and she cut them to blend in with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to fake it until I make it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they just clip in so they won't damage my hair and I can just wear them when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AfQXPlQ-TE/Thb3nTzJbZI/AAAAAAAABPU/gMLlpajfeFA/s1600/hairpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626957039147773330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AfQXPlQ-TE/Thb3nTzJbZI/AAAAAAAABPU/gMLlpajfeFA/s320/hairpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the bags under my eyes. The Bug is 2 and still doesn't sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qikujX1onfw/Thb3nvqBmYI/AAAAAAAABPc/71H5E3MTTqc/s1600/hairpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626957046625704322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qikujX1onfw/Thb3nvqBmYI/AAAAAAAABPc/71H5E3MTTqc/s320/hairpic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress was a gift from my sweet RedHead from &lt;a href="http://www.gladiolagirls.com/"&gt;Gladiola Girls&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1984033140157250885?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1984033140157250885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dream-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1984033140157250885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1984033140157250885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dream-hair.html' title='My Dream Hair'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AfQXPlQ-TE/Thb3nTzJbZI/AAAAAAAABPU/gMLlpajfeFA/s72-c/hairpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2422078255045584466</id><published>2011-07-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:33:33.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's motto is adapted from a Life Is Good saying, "Do what you like. Like what you do." &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wear &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wear."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 months out of the year I am a teacher. I have found my "teacher style", and occasionally it overlaps with my personal style, but in the summer I feel more freedom to wear different clothes that I wouldn't normally wear to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite summer clothes are loose skirts, tanks, fun tees, cheap aviators, bold polish, comfy shoes, and a variety of accessories. The main thing though is that they must be affordable since some aren't things I can wear the majority of the year. Here's what I'm wearing this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp%5Fbottoms&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000011453&amp;amp;Page=all&amp;amp;pgcount=100"&gt;White Skirt from Forever 21: $15.8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8PPno5C7c/ThR-dczWXFI/AAAAAAAABPE/uvHIsRfdCUs/s1600/latticeskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8PPno5C7c/ThR-dczWXFI/AAAAAAAABPE/uvHIsRfdCUs/s320/latticeskirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260878905465938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Skirt from Talbots: $22.0 on sale with extra 40%off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koO5wBPJpjQ/ThSAACBK0SI/AAAAAAAABPM/apzHdB2YSlI/s1600/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koO5wBPJpjQ/ThSAACBK0SI/AAAAAAAABPM/apzHdB2YSlI/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626262572522721570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanks:&lt;br /&gt;My go to are these &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Micro-Rib-Tank-Underwater/dp/B004HW9LY8/ref=br_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Micro%20Rib%20Tank%20Underwater&amp;amp;node=15308841&amp;amp;searchSize=90&amp;amp;searchView=grid3&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-10&amp;amp;qid=1309963898&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Csleeve_type%2Ccollar_style-bin%2Clifestyle-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice&amp;amp;searchRank=pmrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;Mossimo tanks from Target&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Micro-Rib-Tank-Whale/dp/B004HWDNZ6/ref=br_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Micro%20Rib%20Tank%20Whale&amp;amp;node=15308841&amp;amp;searchSize=90&amp;amp;searchView=grid3&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-11&amp;amp;qid=1309963957&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Csleeve_type%2Ccollar_style-bin%2Clifestyle-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice&amp;amp;searchRank=pmrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;$6.3-$9 (some colors are on clearance in store)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8KRktLHPv8/ThR-WduVtPI/AAAAAAAABO8/w362DepRa9Y/s1600/tank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8KRktLHPv8/ThR-WduVtPI/AAAAAAAABO8/w362DepRa9Y/s320/tank2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260758893802738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCMB-Wmp-4Y/ThR-V8IxK-I/AAAAAAAABO0/vkQ88059oQs/s1600/mossimo%2Btank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCMB-Wmp-4Y/ThR-V8IxK-I/AAAAAAAABO0/vkQ88059oQs/s320/mossimo%2Btank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260749877849058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Tees:&lt;br /&gt;Check out this site: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/dressingOnTheSide"&gt;Dressing On The Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQFbQdJmaHw/ThR-KMKVgJI/AAAAAAAABOs/ee4jzZnkpsQ/s1600/butterfliesshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQFbQdJmaHw/ThR-KMKVgJI/AAAAAAAABOs/ee4jzZnkpsQ/s320/butterfliesshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260548020961426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm00SIA0reE/ThR-KNDE31I/AAAAAAAABOk/f0EfSfHSipA/s1600/fishshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm00SIA0reE/ThR-KNDE31I/AAAAAAAABOk/f0EfSfHSipA/s320/fishshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260548258946898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses:&lt;br /&gt;I found these for $10 at TJ Maxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28DjfbFVG5k/ThR97sWMBFI/AAAAAAAABOc/HFOJ6uULgkY/s1600/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28DjfbFVG5k/ThR97sWMBFI/AAAAAAAABOc/HFOJ6uULgkY/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260298962568274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Polish right now is &lt;a href="http://www.essie.com/shop/peach-daiquiri-p-26.html"&gt;Essie Peach Daquari &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZAd8z1kI-U/ThR9uQj2_wI/AAAAAAAABOU/NGUFIJXhY34/s1600/polish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mZAd8z1kI-U/ThR9uQj2_wI/AAAAAAAABOU/NGUFIJXhY34/s320/polish.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626260068165418754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute and comfy Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Mossimo-Supply-Co-Stripe-Espadrilles/dp/B0048FZTI6/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;keywords=mossimo%20navy&amp;amp;fromGsearch=true&amp;amp;sr=1-4&amp;amp;qid=1309963472&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;id=Mossimo%20Supply%20Co%20Stripe%20Espadrilles&amp;amp;node=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=subjectbin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;frombrowse=0"&gt;Mossimo flats from Target $14.99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxXF2fCihsA/ThR9ivZafTI/AAAAAAAABOM/hxbbUr16654/s1600/mossimoespadrilles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259870284676402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxXF2fCihsA/ThR9ivZafTI/AAAAAAAABOM/hxbbUr16654/s320/mossimoespadrilles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.gotleather.com/adult_saltwater_sandals?zenid=eed64d283f4c3b3a0abb2f47c57fb90e"&gt;Hoy Saltwater Sandals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eTLVsI8gbU/ThR9Y-LFjLI/AAAAAAAABOE/qiVb4kiEy18/s1600/sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259702452423858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eTLVsI8gbU/ThR9Y-LFjLI/AAAAAAAABOE/qiVb4kiEy18/s320/sandals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessories:&lt;br /&gt;My $1 Goodwill straw bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l_qpS2NmQo/ThR9NXwzfTI/AAAAAAAABN8/fKphk6cz8UU/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259503163079986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1l_qpS2NmQo/ThR9NXwzfTI/AAAAAAAABN8/fKphk6cz8UU/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fnecklace&amp;amp;product%5Fid=1000017265&amp;amp;Page=all&amp;amp;pgcount=25"&gt;Necklaces&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fbracelet&amp;amp;product%5Fid=1000017016&amp;amp;Page=all&amp;amp;pgcount=25"&gt;bracelets&lt;/a&gt; from Forever 21 (&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fnecklace&amp;amp;product%5Fid=1062096723&amp;amp;Page=all&amp;amp;pgcount=25&amp;amp;sort=hp"&gt;all are under $6 each&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zotabw9ww9Y/ThR8x2qXdzI/AAAAAAAABN0/NgZY3ZdtUr0/s1600/necklace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259030421239602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zotabw9ww9Y/ThR8x2qXdzI/AAAAAAAABN0/NgZY3ZdtUr0/s400/necklace2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTZ5f0JhJos/ThR8xvBQi3I/AAAAAAAABNs/_8fGAsKjaU8/s1600/necklace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259028369771378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nTZ5f0JhJos/ThR8xvBQi3I/AAAAAAAABNs/_8fGAsKjaU8/s400/necklace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxb2gsXbdHM/ThR8xdPqn9I/AAAAAAAABNk/-tALtuFf7lw/s1600/bracelets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626259023598362578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxb2gsXbdHM/ThR8xdPqn9I/AAAAAAAABNk/-tALtuFf7lw/s400/bracelets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2422078255045584466?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2422078255045584466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2422078255045584466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2422078255045584466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-style.html' title='Summer Style'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SY8PPno5C7c/ThR-dczWXFI/AAAAAAAABPE/uvHIsRfdCUs/s72-c/latticeskirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-986879918806160533</id><published>2011-07-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:40:00.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet Tweet!</title><content type='html'>I decided to bite the bullet and try Twitter. We'll see how this goes? I seriously need a tutorial on how it works though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/MistyPriddy"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624393498324423346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KJngcTP0NI/Tg3cFmCk0rI/AAAAAAAABNc/bMDpA6NQCwA/s400/twitter%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-986879918806160533?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/986879918806160533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/tweet-tweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/986879918806160533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/986879918806160533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/07/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet Tweet!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KJngcTP0NI/Tg3cFmCk0rI/AAAAAAAABNc/bMDpA6NQCwA/s72-c/twitter%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3586816877457829048</id><published>2011-06-30T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:04:25.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>What's up buttercup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanderlust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wanderlust-Love-Affair-Continents-ebook/dp/B004TM1QW6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=digital-text&amp;amp;qid=1309443775&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wanderlust-Love-Affair-Continents-ebook/dp/B004TM1QW6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;amp;s=digital-text&amp;amp;qid=1309443775&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624025138665769170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvHyPxMIoiU/TgyNEPYKSNI/AAAAAAAABNM/IS9DGiAXits/s320/wanderlust.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm watching:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/#/true-blood"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/#/true-blood"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624024478948439538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzhoTEru1Bo/TgyMd1vStfI/AAAAAAAABNE/qTDbFtbj-3s/s320/trueblood.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm eating:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fried green tomatoes and watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFRIpTISca8/TgyLdUld_lI/AAAAAAAABM0/15o1jbLVT9o/s1600/watermelon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624023370537238098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFRIpTISca8/TgyLdUld_lI/AAAAAAAABM0/15o1jbLVT9o/s200/watermelon.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm drinking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water...bleh, and sweet tea...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ_9TYDQA8Q/TgyLvbYWcsI/AAAAAAAABM8/DAgGw4X_bhk/s1600/sweet%2Btea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624023681598911170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ_9TYDQA8Q/TgyLvbYWcsI/AAAAAAAABM8/DAgGw4X_bhk/s200/sweet%2Btea.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm loving:&lt;br /&gt;Being at home with the babes.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking coffee on the back deck.&lt;br /&gt;Days at the pool. (This could go on and on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm hating:&lt;br /&gt;Mirena.&lt;br /&gt;Wasps that try to invade our back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;My newest Goodwill finds:&lt;br /&gt;A $3 black Gap sundress&lt;br /&gt;$3 Express Linen pants&lt;br /&gt;and carrying my $1 straw bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the beach in South Carolina in a couple weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wanting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 new skirts from Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/heritage1981/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=81Bottoms&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2064786813&amp;amp;variant%5Fid=033&amp;amp;showBack=OK"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/heritage1981/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=81Bottoms&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2064786813&amp;amp;variant%5Fid=033&amp;amp;showBack=OK"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624021499052914738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eh67A3IRQho/TgyJwYw1eDI/AAAAAAAABMk/CIlkhdnrfaY/s200/linen%2Bskirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp%5Fbottoms&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000011453&amp;amp;variant%5Fid=013&amp;amp;showBack=OK"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp%5Fbottoms&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2000011453&amp;amp;variant%5Fid=013&amp;amp;showBack=OK"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624022582064738066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_HL7QjCNfs/TgyKvbS-bxI/AAAAAAAABMs/-ypYifzWEjQ/s200/latticeskirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm shopping:&lt;br /&gt;Loving the local Farmer's Market for fresh veggies&lt;br /&gt;Etsy for fun treasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lillypieaccessories"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624018736380895266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GShGwLZJLAM/TgyHPlAf4CI/AAAAAAAABMM/bLHvfHfgrN4/s200/etsynecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FaSewLaStitches"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FaSewLaStitches"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 75px; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624019975306153602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmjIO5Uaj9Q/TgyIXsXTDoI/AAAAAAAABMU/nF75HGvI1ic/s200/etsyhairclips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/DaisyWares"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/DaisyWares"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624020648749589538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1SxvPc9lII/TgyI-5IuZCI/AAAAAAAABMc/0MhcyX3RB34/s200/etsymakeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-3586816877457829048?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3586816877457829048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/06/status.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3586816877457829048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3586816877457829048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/06/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvHyPxMIoiU/TgyNEPYKSNI/AAAAAAAABNM/IS9DGiAXits/s72-c/wanderlust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-703278881750323934</id><published>2011-05-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:10:00.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>One more milestone has passed. One more reminder that my little baby is growing up, that he's not so little and not so much a baby anymore. I watched him walk down the church aisle, sing songs with his classmates and receive his diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him in that cap and gown was a bit of a flashforward. I can imagine the man he will grow up to be, but I have to remind myself to stay in the present. Enjoy each moment and celebrate each accomplishment. Happy Preschool Graduation to my little Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200652643981890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9vAAFl7rTc/TeKKwkUPWkI/AAAAAAAABLQ/1CTx2NJhwQU/s400/DSCF0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Little Graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmZTovLWTzo/TeKK574iEwI/AAAAAAAABL4/VZ_cXS3NTno/s1600/DSCF0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200813589041922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmZTovLWTzo/TeKK574iEwI/AAAAAAAABL4/VZ_cXS3NTno/s400/DSCF0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLYDbwzVzsk/TeKKx4u1_UI/AAAAAAAABLw/YMYzUHprqbc/s1600/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200675304144194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLYDbwzVzsk/TeKKx4u1_UI/AAAAAAAABLw/YMYzUHprqbc/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With YaYa and Poppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kjeLfKE_vI/TeKKxtkAkMI/AAAAAAAABLo/C9yrH3nmvtg/s1600/DSCF0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200672305909954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kjeLfKE_vI/TeKKxtkAkMI/AAAAAAAABLo/C9yrH3nmvtg/s400/DSCF0047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Miss Liz and Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJcjv7BOhzI/TeKKxSuvS0I/AAAAAAAABLg/T-nPrr2gfPo/s1600/DSCF0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200665103158082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJcjv7BOhzI/TeKKxSuvS0I/AAAAAAAABLg/T-nPrr2gfPo/s400/DSCF0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Little Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PLNA3bs7Fw/TeKKxJCBH3I/AAAAAAAABLY/Lnnx7pw8NKQ/s1600/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612200662499663730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PLNA3bs7Fw/TeKKxJCBH3I/AAAAAAAABLY/Lnnx7pw8NKQ/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations Colson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2225298926776508678-703278881750323934?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/703278881750323934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/703278881750323934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/703278881750323934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9vAAFl7rTc/TeKKwkUPWkI/AAAAAAAABLQ/1CTx2NJhwQU/s72-c/DSCF0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7474803099374516264</id><published>2011-05-08T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:10:58.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Being Full</title><content type='html'>Being a mother makes me feel full. That's about the only way I can put it. Having a husband who is my soulmate and is my foundation is what keeps me grounded (bless his heart for having to keep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grounded), but motherhood simply fills me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children fill my heart with so much love that it almost hurts. My favorite thing is to look at them and find myself in them. It's Monkey's blond hair and the way he gets nervous in thunderstorms. It's Bug's stubborness and her toes that look just like mine. It's how Monkey is competitive hates to put his feet in the sand and how Bug is so sassy and knows just what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see myself in the two of them I know what it is to be a mother. I really can't even think about it too much or it will overwhelm me. I appreciate them as individuals but I love that they are part of me too. I love being full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604517058790880690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvfnixqEgRU/Tcc-kirY9bI/AAAAAAAABLI/9RW9Ivspf-s/s400/blogpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7474803099374516264?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7474803099374516264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-full.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7474803099374516264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7474803099374516264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-full.html' title='Being Full'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvfnixqEgRU/Tcc-kirY9bI/AAAAAAAABLI/9RW9Ivspf-s/s72-c/blogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8138845880116043004</id><published>2011-04-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:33:40.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Buggy Boo is Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we celebrated Bug's 2nd birthday and what a cute little Bug she was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601460793703732498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPNEMkeyqIo/Tbxi6f_9FRI/AAAAAAAABKo/a_NKIH74lNc/s400/DSCF0009.JPG" /&gt;We had friends and family over to help us celebrate and it made my heart happy to see so many little ones running around playing together. A house full of children always makes me smile...even if it is simply chaos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played and then we sang Happy Birthday and ate snacks and cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601460796782895218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dy8M9023W4Y/Tbxi6reFYHI/AAAAAAAABK4/H2IpsnLuxro/s400/DSCF0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just loved her ladybug cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601460791110692770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bndV3M3lHw/Tbxi6WVub6I/AAAAAAAABKw/wIecZBCL-H4/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older kids made Gak, which was wild but totally fun, and then we opened presents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601460798424294098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmaBmSjMIw/Tbxi6xlbItI/AAAAAAAABLA/e2LDhjwcJIQ/s400/DSCF0028.JPG" /&gt;She was in present heaven. Everyone completely spoiled her, but it's okay because every little girl needs to be spoiled once in a while. Happy Birthday Buggy Baby!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601460787221081842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiZ0rIQ8voU/Tbxi6H2XrvI/AAAAAAAABKg/sYvnNcb0zAc/s400/DSCF0006.JPG" /&gt;(Eating, or should I say devouring, her birthday cupcake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-8138845880116043004?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8138845880116043004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/buggy-boo-is-two.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8138845880116043004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8138845880116043004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/buggy-boo-is-two.html' title='Buggy Boo is Two!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPNEMkeyqIo/Tbxi6f_9FRI/AAAAAAAABKo/a_NKIH74lNc/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5246892688789015993</id><published>2011-04-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T12:53:38.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>My Little Cottontails</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures of my two little cottontails this Easter. Easter is full of fun and egg hunts and filled Easter baskets, but it's also a time of miracles and wonder and promise. On the way to church we were talking and I was asking Monkey about the Easter story and what happened to Jesus. And he knew. He knew of His death, dying for our sins, of the tomb and how He rose and the tomb was empty. That was something I wish I could capture in a picture. All of the Easter fun we have is beautiful, but that was the most beautiful Easter moment this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmidu5nWkRM/TbXPMuft0SI/AAAAAAAABKY/ogODugOTthk/s1600/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599609529251516706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmidu5nWkRM/TbXPMuft0SI/AAAAAAAABKY/ogODugOTthk/s400/DSCF0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2voqlgXiB4o/TbXPMXa7duI/AAAAAAAABKQ/CSLOAc-Wd9Q/s1600/DSCF0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599609523057424098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2voqlgXiB4o/TbXPMXa7duI/AAAAAAAABKQ/CSLOAc-Wd9Q/s400/DSCF0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter Carnage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmeqXtA_nGc/TbXPMOzmEYI/AAAAAAAABKI/cq7jNvAiNx8/s1600/DSCF0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599609520744960386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmeqXtA_nGc/TbXPMOzmEYI/AAAAAAAABKI/cq7jNvAiNx8/s400/DSCF0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkey Posing...isn't he handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH6u9JWL2Sc/TbXPLq_LQ7I/AAAAAAAABKA/E1hhWZHiZ_w/s1600/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599609511129858994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qH6u9JWL2Sc/TbXPLq_LQ7I/AAAAAAAABKA/E1hhWZHiZ_w/s400/DSCF0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bug in her Bunny dress made by YaYa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W77YUEyVMdU/TbXOIgbBe1I/AAAAAAAABJw/6DwIUeZprrY/s1600/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608357242633042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W77YUEyVMdU/TbXOIgbBe1I/AAAAAAAABJw/6DwIUeZprrY/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Bunny visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3d9IhvZDnXU/TbXOIdStRMI/AAAAAAAABJo/67eNzXVEnho/s1600/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608356402447554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3d9IhvZDnXU/TbXOIdStRMI/AAAAAAAABJo/67eNzXVEnho/s400/DSCF0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A random little Piggy. Just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4rqb9DblVs/TbXOIFnexSI/AAAAAAAABJg/0y6ZfqewOJg/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608350047126818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4rqb9DblVs/TbXOIFnexSI/AAAAAAAABJg/0y6ZfqewOJg/s400/DSCF0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the run for eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_s47lx6U_sQ/TbXOH9IuAdI/AAAAAAAABJY/1D71OzouS04/s1600/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608347770618322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_s47lx6U_sQ/TbXOH9IuAdI/AAAAAAAABJY/1D71OzouS04/s400/DSCF0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves the hunt! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had a big glass of sweet tea with lunch! After not having it since the Lenten season began it was the biggest treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5246892688789015993?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5246892688789015993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-cottontails.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5246892688789015993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5246892688789015993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-little-cottontails.html' title='My Little Cottontails'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmidu5nWkRM/TbXPMuft0SI/AAAAAAAABKY/ogODugOTthk/s72-c/DSCF0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-863749205110843829</id><published>2011-04-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:13:31.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Even Mommys Have A Wild Streak</title><content type='html'>Last week I went and got a new tattoo. I had one on the right side of my back already, the Chinese character for "dream". But then I got a little idea that I wanted another one to go across my whole lower back. I wanted it to tie into the one I had already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose the character for dream for a couple reasons and I wanted this one to be beautiful and meaningful to me as well. I decided on a crescent moon, but I wanted the moon to be a woman's face because my astrological sign in Virgo (the Virgin). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shared my ideas with an awesome artist in a neighboring city and he drew it up for me and agreed that we should reink my existing tattoo. A couple weeks later I was set up for an appointment to have it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the finished product and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598859006510803026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwHp203RAe0/TbMkmjaSqFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/VoBApLraNuE/s400/mytattoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**It may look a little dry/bumpy because this was taken after 3 days so it still has a little healing time to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-863749205110843829?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/863749205110843829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-mommys-have-wild-streak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/863749205110843829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/863749205110843829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-mommys-have-wild-streak.html' title='Even Mommys Have A Wild Streak'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwHp203RAe0/TbMkmjaSqFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/VoBApLraNuE/s72-c/mytattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5959144286436626750</id><published>2011-04-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:06:34.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Like Cold Beverages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>Beer-garitas are Fantabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug4a3W0IFEY/Ta9YVQEP0eI/AAAAAAAABJA/egsfEr9ujqc/s1600/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597789983958094306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug4a3W0IFEY/Ta9YVQEP0eI/AAAAAAAABJA/egsfEr9ujqc/s400/DSCF0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the cure for a bad day, the way to celebrate a good day and an instant perk up for the ordinary day. Beer-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;garitas&lt;/span&gt;. Like margaritas only hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda like the Charlie Sheen of margaritas. Logically it doesn't make sense that it would be good but for some reason it is. Winning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it totally blew my mind because of the whole "Liquor before beer, never fear" concept. I thought it must be a big no-no to mix them, yet they're amazing and have never made me sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz of beer (I prefer Corona or &lt;a href="http://www.landsharklager.com/public/agegate.aspx?ReturnUrl=%2fdefault.aspx&amp;amp;AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Landshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 oz of Limeade concentrate (not the Margarita frozen mix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-12 oz of tequila (I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.corzo.com/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Corzo&lt;/span&gt; Silver&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix all together and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This recipe is enough to share, but if no one else wants to join in your margarita party (as it was this evening), just half all of the measurements and I go with 3-4 oz of tequila. That's plenty strong and you can enjoy the lime taste too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-5959144286436626750?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5959144286436626750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/beer-garitas-are-fantabulous.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5959144286436626750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5959144286436626750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/beer-garitas-are-fantabulous.html' title='Beer-garitas are Fantabulous'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug4a3W0IFEY/Ta9YVQEP0eI/AAAAAAAABJA/egsfEr9ujqc/s72-c/DSCF0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1959473082927668328</id><published>2011-04-17T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:01:34.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>First Steps Are Hard</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting, REALLY wanting to get back into blogging but I have a little problem. I don't know what I want to start with. Since I've been away for a while it's hard for me to know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll just start with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is life. It's a crazy blur of days with some slow moments that I purposefully stretch out to savor every moment of them (like my Monkey turning five). &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596628377871387554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pdjNZBfLQE/Tas324LlC6I/AAAAAAAABII/7yk2KGOE97Y/s320/DSCF0087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596628387516239410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhLJqsaZzMQ/Tas33cHFzjI/AAAAAAAABIQ/DR5p9ghf0MQ/s320/DSCF0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My job is a crazy thing that I fully love and yet can make me cry in the same moment. I think my heart is in it too much sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that keeps me sane and grounded is my darling husband. The last few weeks have been particularly stressful and he has done nothing but pamper and help me. I thank God every day for putting him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's this little thing. Miss Diva Extraordinaire...can ya dig it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596628391653535234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjtcbFLWc0s/Tas33rhf7gI/AAAAAAAABIY/_Shktx1pSek/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596628517812267810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tEPIiLk0xQ/Tas3_BgFayI/AAAAAAAABIo/9lWgabNht2k/s320/DSCF0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596628394808075666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCAeRLjqCVg/Tas333RmZZI/AAAAAAAABIg/fg3ynihAZq4/s320/DSCF0147.JPG" /&gt;I'll share more soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-1959473082927668328?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1959473082927668328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-steps-are-hard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1959473082927668328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1959473082927668328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-steps-are-hard.html' title='First Steps Are Hard'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pdjNZBfLQE/Tas324LlC6I/AAAAAAAABII/7yk2KGOE97Y/s72-c/DSCF0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1389396977102456983</id><published>2011-01-18T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:13:12.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>Total Insanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TTYQVZP8QiI/AAAAAAAABH8/51yF-S4FWE4/s1600/insanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563652349403873826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TTYQVZP8QiI/AAAAAAAABH8/51yF-S4FWE4/s320/insanity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the point where I put my game face on and decide to get fit {again}. Last April I decided it was about time to quit playing the "baby weight" card (I mean Bug was almost 1) so I did 2 &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-beach-body-ready.html"&gt;Boot Camps&lt;/a&gt; and had &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-it.html"&gt;great results&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, then I returned to work this fall and it was all downhill. Just like my blog was neglected, my body was neglected to. I've only gained a few pounds, but as anyone who works out can tell you..if you don't use it you lose it. I've lost any strength, muscle tone, and endurance I built last spring and summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/insanity.do"&gt;Insanity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The RedHead and I decided to do the Insanity workout program together. Yesterday was weigh-in and fit test day (day 1) and so today is our first official workout. We're also doing the nutrition plan, modified a bit to fit our likes. I'll keep you updated, but I from the looks of the dvds we may be insane for doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-1389396977102456983?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1389396977102456983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/total-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1389396977102456983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1389396977102456983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/total-insanity.html' title='Total Insanity!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TTYQVZP8QiI/AAAAAAAABH8/51yF-S4FWE4/s72-c/insanity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2406775413961493208</id><published>2011-01-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:25:16.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Warning Signs</title><content type='html'>I had a mini-epiphany today. There are warning signs that I'm getting old{er}. It's frightening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed myself a nice cup of coffee this afternoon while perfectly good wine, champagne and liquor sit in the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in the cabinet! This worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday night and the primary plan for the evening is to make spaghetti. Young people go out to eat on Fridays. This worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look better with my glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my tops show no cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;I hound my kids about brushing their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself driving &lt;strong&gt;below&lt;/strong&gt; the speed limit for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be calling children rascals and stealing the sweet-n-low packets from restaurants soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greatly concerned. Good thing my college friends will be here in a couple weeks to help me break some of these disturbing habits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2406775413961493208?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2406775413961493208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/warning-signs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2406775413961493208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2406775413961493208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/warning-signs.html' title='Warning Signs'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2516144124852211636</id><published>2011-01-12T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:22:23.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tempting Flashback</title><content type='html'>Since December 21st I have worked exactly 2 days and 2 hours. By work, I mean my paying job as a reading specialist. Winter break began on the 22nd of December and lasted until January 2nd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it would go, the Bug contracted a virus so I stayed home with her on Monday and then worked Tuesday and Wednesday as the virus proceeded to travel from Bug to the RedHead to my Monkey. By Wednesday evening I was sick, but Thursday morning I decided to tough it out and head to work. 2 hours into the day I was completely sick so I came home and I'll spare you the details, but I was out of commission for the next 2 days.  Mother Nature then came and blessed us with snow and ice so I've been at home with my babies now for several weeks.  It's a flashback to last year when I stayed home...a very tempting flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've stayed in pjs till noon, snuggled, had playdates, and I've been able to keep my house (more or less) clean and cook lots of yummy food like &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/the_best_chocol/"&gt;Chocolate Sheet Cake &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/09/creamy-corn-chowder.html"&gt;Creamy Corn Chowder&lt;/a&gt;. I really miss being a stay at home mommy. They may have to drag me back to work kicking and screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2516144124852211636?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2516144124852211636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempting-flashback.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2516144124852211636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2516144124852211636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempting-flashback.html' title='A Tempting Flashback'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2911148881404075929</id><published>2011-01-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:31:04.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2011</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I got blog lazy. I have an idea...let's just pretend that I didn't abandon this blog for a couple months and try to pick up where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and we know what that means, resolutions. Here's what I'm working on this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Continue last year's resolution of keeping it simple.&lt;br /&gt;~Read more.&lt;br /&gt;~Dance more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I chose things I love and I resolve to do them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know I have been living life for the past several months, visual proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558006770618282338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIBtdXrMWI/AAAAAAAABF8/-STF2uNHGL0/s320/DSCF0073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monkey was Iron Man and Bug was a Ladybug for Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558010379837873986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIE_iwrn0I/AAAAAAAABHs/bKBwFfClxlA/s320/DSCF0076%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I attended my 10 year reunion with one of my bestest friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558006779346655778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIBt94rmiI/AAAAAAAABGM/rv6b_xMv9tw/s320/DSCF0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We settled into our home and hosted our first party here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008677150491058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIDcbwYAbI/AAAAAAAABHc/JUW0beEMn-g/s320/DSCF0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It snowed on Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008679343956690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIDcj7VotI/AAAAAAAABHk/mlwPAmLiSPs/s320/DSCF0051.JPG" /&gt; Monkey looked more than adorable in his monkey 'boggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008055160479778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC4OqZoCI/AAAAAAAABG0/fRUerzOElv8/s320/DSCF0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool plays were attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008050741240546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC3-MxYuI/AAAAAAAABGs/7zIPJxxKFMU/s320/DSCF0193.JPG" /&gt;Cupcakes were eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558006776850611378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIBt0lk_LI/AAAAAAAABGU/zdLaH0-uoQg/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baths were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558006788431626290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIBufutQDI/AAAAAAAABGc/AN-TyVl7f1o/s320/CARD2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas card photos were taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008046724552818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC3vPHmHI/AAAAAAAABGk/WIsAgCbgLTQ/s320/DSCF0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fits were pitched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008056933681570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC4VRKiaI/AAAAAAAABG8/QOX0oyXTv10/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008669699295682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIDb__3ycI/AAAAAAAABHU/LJQxe5udrug/s320/DSCF0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little mamas were made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIDbrLzMDI/AAAAAAAABHM/MjDg0SMUCkg/s1600/DSCF0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008664112181298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIDbrLzMDI/AAAAAAAABHM/MjDg0SMUCkg/s320/DSCF0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Faux pets were welcomed into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC4kXjRjI/AAAAAAAABHE/spmE4QsccgQ/s1600/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558008060987000370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIC4kXjRjI/AAAAAAAABHE/spmE4QsccgQ/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stockings were ransacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And many memories were made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye 2010, hello 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2911148881404075929?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2911148881404075929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2911148881404075929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2911148881404075929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TSIBtdXrMWI/AAAAAAAABF8/-STF2uNHGL0/s72-c/DSCF0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7681244652597837455</id><published>2010-10-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:08:40.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>I Wish They Knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01297/child-reading_1297137c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011211605160866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TMIZZHRts6I/AAAAAAAABFo/oWjY7mBJeE4/s400/read.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back at work this year as a reading teacher and I love it more than anything I've ever done. I love seeing children learn to read and having a part in making that happen. But there are times (like today) and there are children where this is especially difficult. There are things I wish they knew, but I can't always tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is SO much more to reading than comprehension questions, literacy strategies and the level of the book you're on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I make mistakes when I read stories out loud to my son and I don't go back and self-correct. I keep on reading...just like you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry that my "instruction" and comprehension assessment may take all of the joy out of your reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few things I think they should know, but most importantly I want them to know that their struggles with reading and their reading level DOES NOT define them as a person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are children with big hearts, sweet smiles, passions for horses and racecars. They are so much more to me than accuracy percentages, self-correction ratios, and reading levels. They are real people. And we will get there...it may take months or possibly even years, but we will work through their struggles and try to do it without breaking their spirits. I hope they know I feel this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-7681244652597837455?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7681244652597837455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-they-knew.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7681244652597837455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7681244652597837455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wish-they-knew.html' title='I Wish They Knew...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TMIZZHRts6I/AAAAAAAABFo/oWjY7mBJeE4/s72-c/read.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3144218511416697127</id><published>2010-10-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:34:12.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>For All My Worrying</title><content type='html'>I am finishing up a bible study by Priscilla Shirer on the book of Jonah.  During our video lesson this week, she read an excerpt from Job 38. It was one of those things I needed to hear; to know that for all my worrying and attempts to control my life, that I am not in control. I must put my life, my actions, and my worries in His hands. God is the one who was there from the beginning and knows how our lives and the Earth will play out until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Lord answered Job from the whirlwind:&lt;br /&gt;“Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorant words?&lt;br /&gt; Brace yourself like a man, because I have some questions for you, and you must answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?     &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if you know so much.  Who determined its dimensions and stretched out the surveying line?  What supports its foundations, and who laid its cornerstone as the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who kept the sea inside its boundaries as it burst from the womb, and as I clothed it with clouds and wrapped it in thick darkness?  For I locked it behind barred gates, limiting its shores. I said, ‘This far and no farther will you come.  Here your proud waves must stop!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever commanded the morning to appear  and caused the dawn to rise in the east?  Have you made daylight spread to the ends of the earth, to bring an end to the night’s wickedness? As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal;  it is robed in brilliant colors.  The light disturbs the wicked and stops the arm that is raised in violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Have you explored the springs from which the seas come?  Have you explored their depths?  Do you know where the gates of death are located?   Have you seen the gates of utter gloom?&lt;br /&gt; Do you realize the extent of the earth? Tell me about it if you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where does light come from, and where does darkness go? Can you take each to its home?  Do you know how to get there? But of course you know all this!   For you were born before it was all created, and you are so very experienced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you visited the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of hail?  I have reserved them as weapons for the time of trouble, for the day of battle and war. Where is the path to the source of light? Where is the home of the east wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who created a channel for the torrents of rain?  Who laid out the path for the lightning? &lt;br /&gt;Who makes the rain fall on barren land,  in a desert where no one lives?  Who sends rain to satisfy the parched ground  and make the tender grass spring up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does the rain have a father?  Who gives birth to the dew?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the mother of the ice?  Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens?&lt;br /&gt;For the water turns to ice as hard as rock,  and the surface of the water freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you direct the movement of the stars—binding the cluster of the Pleiades or loosening the cords of Orion? Can you direct the sequence of the seasons or guide the Bear with her cubs across the heavens? Do you know the laws of the universe? Can you use them to regulate the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you shout to the clouds and make it rain? Can you make lightning appear and cause it to strike as you direct? Who gives intuition to the heart and instinct to the mind?  Who is wise enough to count all the clouds?  Who can tilt the water jars of heaven when the parched ground is dry and the soil has hardened into clods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Can you stalk prey for a lioness and satisfy the young lions’ appetites as they lie in their dens or crouch in the thicket? Who provides food for the ravens when their young cry out to God and wander about in hunger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no. I can not do any of these things. These powers are reserved for God and I need to let Him do His job.  I need to lay my worries on Him and fully rely on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3144218511416697127?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3144218511416697127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-all-my-worrying.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3144218511416697127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3144218511416697127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-all-my-worrying.html' title='For All My Worrying'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6854416842006536035</id><published>2010-09-26T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:43:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>I do not handle transitions well. While I can multi-task like nobody's business, my mind and body do not deal well with transitions. Transitioning back to work. Transitioning into our new home. Transitioning from the lazy days of summer into the swing of Bible Study, soccer practice, Charity League meetings, and Children's Choir Club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new job with a passion that I thought I'd lost for teaching. I love our new home and the promise it holds to be the place where we raise our children and make our family's memories. I love each activity that we participate in throughout the week, but the bottom line is that I do not transition well. While the mental drain it causes is difficult enough, my body respond well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep now than I ever remember needing (aside from during my pregnancies, and I'm definitely not preggers) and I feel just a touch sick all the time. It may take me some time before I can begin writing again regularly...right now I feel like my blog has been lost in transition.  I will be back soon! And with pictures of our wonderful forever home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-6854416842006536035?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6854416842006536035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/transitions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6854416842006536035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6854416842006536035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1605714859636379852</id><published>2010-09-17T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T03:27:50.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Signs That She's A Girly-Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCH49YDpI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZC4js6WcX50/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517826671775321746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCH49YDpI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZC4js6WcX50/s400/DSCF0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCHSDXwjI/AAAAAAAABFY/q1tlS5EO33o/s1600/DSCF0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517826661331485234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCHSDXwjI/AAAAAAAABFY/q1tlS5EO33o/s400/DSCF0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My precious little Bug is growing up so fast! 16 months already, and acting like she's 16 at times. I've recently noticed a number of things that have caused me to realize that I have a certified girly-girl, miss priss, drama queen on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug loves to carry a purse (my lunchbag) around with keys and a hairbrush inside. Bless if that pretty red hair were to get messed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts her hands on her hips. Yes, at 16 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rides her ladybug Radio Flyer while using a glue stick as lip gloss. (First driving lesson will be: no applying makeup while driving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her Daddy and her brother wrapped around her little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to carry my heels around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows exactly how to look at you and say "cookie" so that you'll give her one every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl's gonna be trouble, but she sure is fun! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517826660366175730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCHOdOTfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/X52FFPE5lCs/s400/DSCF0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517826644680003666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCGUBWUFI/AAAAAAAABFI/gQK-KUmLboU/s400/DSCF0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-1605714859636379852?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1605714859636379852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/signs-that-shes-girly-girl.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1605714859636379852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1605714859636379852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/signs-that-shes-girly-girl.html' title='Signs That She&apos;s A Girly-Girl'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TJNCH49YDpI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZC4js6WcX50/s72-c/DSCF0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1748050646238656858</id><published>2010-09-10T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:36:43.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><title type='text'>Belle Is Back With A Brand New Edition</title><content type='html'>So, I've obviously been neglecting my blog. It's not that I've forgotten it, I've thought about posting many times in the past couple weeks yet something (WORK and EXHAUSTION) has held me back. But guess what ladies, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in yet another homage to my love of lists I'll just share a few randoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I desperately need a haircut. I've been "growing it out" but I'm permantly in that awkard stage and it's just stringy and unkept.  I gotta get my style back ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight is a sweet water night. I'll be having several servings of sweet water to reward myself for my hard work this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am totally in love with my new job as a reading specialist. The children are wonderful, my coworkers are exceptional, and I couldn't ask for a better boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I saw a lady in a hospital gown riding on a golf cart on a main road. I asked the RedHead if we should call someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We are planning on having final inspection next Tuesday so we should have our CO (certificate of occupancy) next week sometime! Then the moving will begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few snippets, but if the sweet water keeps flowing more blogging may be to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1748050646238656858?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1748050646238656858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/belle-is-back-with-brand-new-edition.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1748050646238656858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1748050646238656858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/09/belle-is-back-with-brand-new-edition.html' title='Belle Is Back With A Brand New Edition'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3906632369068864217</id><published>2010-08-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:40:02.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><title type='text'>Uninvited Guests</title><content type='html'>Several times this afternoon I would be in another room and I'd hear Monkey talking to himself. I ignored it at first, but he was having full, one-sided conversations. I finally asked him who he was talking to and he said his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I replied, "what are their names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ed and Jim and Crystal and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, how many are there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." And here is where I decided to let the conversation end. Imaginary friends are normal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he continued. "And they live in the walls and when they're in the walls they look like snakes, but when they come out they look regular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay honey, that's nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering if I should smile and play along or seriously call an exorcist to rid my home of these snake people who live in my walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3906632369068864217?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3906632369068864217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/uninvited-guests.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3906632369068864217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3906632369068864217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/uninvited-guests.html' title='Uninvited Guests'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7986002947480569764</id><published>2010-08-18T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:34:10.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>And Then There Was School...</title><content type='html'>It's official. I'm back at work. I'm tired...beyond tired really. But I think it's going to be a wonderful year. Even if I look and feel like this every night.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506912700239828514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGx77Irh1iI/AAAAAAAABE4/8KXBQywvVhM/s400/tired-woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for the short post. I'll be back when I can string more than two sentences together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-7986002947480569764?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7986002947480569764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-then-there-was-school.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7986002947480569764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7986002947480569764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-then-there-was-school.html' title='And Then There Was School...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGx77Irh1iI/AAAAAAAABE4/8KXBQywvVhM/s72-c/tired-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4793369251661131220</id><published>2010-08-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:54:54.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><title type='text'>Some Days Are Stranger Than Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGiL9z9esSI/AAAAAAAABEw/WiLpse41Y-I/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505804438496784674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGiL9z9esSI/AAAAAAAABEw/WiLpse41Y-I/s320/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever had a day that was going perfectly normal and then one weird thing happens and then all of the sudden you feel like you're in the middle of the twilight zone. Um, that was my day today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up feeling a bit dehydrated from muchos margaritas last night. Normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go see Eat, Pray, Love with my Mama. (Loved it!) Normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change diapers, feed babies, dole out discipline. All Normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a quick trip to Walmart...well, about that. It was all perfectly normal until a man approached me in the produce aisle and said, "Mmmm, onions." To which I looked at him and them back at the produce. Then he says, "You've got really pretty feet." And I look at him like, "Dude, you're freaking me out and I'm here with my baby so back the hell up." Sensing my uncomfortableness, he proceeds to repeat his point. "I just wanted to tell you that you have beautiful feet." Not normal. One more reason for me to avoid Walmart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on the drive home I find myself behind this really cute old Mercedes. I look at the license plate because it's one of those phonetic spelling puzzle vanity plates and it reads, "IMAGYN". I immediately had duel thoughts go through my head; one did not come before the other, I literally read it two ways at once. Is it, "Imagine" or "I'm A Gyn (as in gynecologist)"??? You decide. Definitely not normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my day went from plain to strange in about an hour. Happy Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Note, those are not my feet. Those are google image feet. I'm sure the Walmart weirdo has googled feet many, many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-4793369251661131220?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4793369251661131220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-are-stranger-than-others.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4793369251661131220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4793369251661131220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-days-are-stranger-than-others.html' title='Some Days Are Stranger Than Others'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGiL9z9esSI/AAAAAAAABEw/WiLpse41Y-I/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1061501191555220158</id><published>2010-08-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:17:46.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGScwg7UK0I/AAAAAAAABEo/N4TDVocJXU8/s1600/eat_pray_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504697001839962946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGScwg7UK0I/AAAAAAAABEo/N4TDVocJXU8/s400/eat_pray_love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned a few posts back that I was reading Eat, Pray, Love. I was prompted by the movie previews I saw (I know...a great way to get your reading list) to rush out and get this book to read so I could then watch the movie. So here's my take...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is basically divided into three sections chronicling her travels across Italy-Eat, India-Pray, and Indonesia (Bali)-Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved her tales of Italy! It sounded beautiful, exciting, and delicious. The prospect of landing oneself in a country and leaning the language and culture simply by experience seemed absolutely amazing (not to mention the food...and she mentions the food quite a bit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of India was different. I always think it's amazing when people go through religious experiences, but as she conceded herself, they are practically indescribable. She still attempted to describe them and while it didn't quite sit right with me, I appreciate her openness in sharing such a personal experience. ( Her daily life she described at the Ashram was not what bugged me, just the description of her divine experience. And I'm sure it spoke directly to some people, just not me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Bali. I love how she would just meet these people and become so involved in their lives. Wayan is probably my favorite of the people she encountered in her travels; hers is an amazing story. And of course, she met her love there. So romantic. I think the RedHead and I need a holiday there asap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was a wonderful book and I look forward to see the movie! If you want some romance and inspiration then definitely read this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-1061501191555220158?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1061501191555220158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1061501191555220158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1061501191555220158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGScwg7UK0I/AAAAAAAABEo/N4TDVocJXU8/s72-c/eat_pray_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8858858335630071279</id><published>2010-08-10T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:47:07.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Stress For Sale</title><content type='html'>If you're feeling particularly content, calm, or bored, then I would be happy for you to purchase a little of my stress. Why didn't I consider that it would be difficult to be packing up a house, making final decisions on the home we're building, start back to work, and come to terms with not being a stay at home mommy anymore all in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I did consider it, but I did what is easiest and tucked it neatly in the back of my mind so that I wouldn't have to deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except now it's here and I have to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I start back to work and although it will be an adjustment going back to work full time, I am very excited about my new job as a reading teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've currently packed a total of 8 boxes. Slowly but surely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm ALMOST done making house decisions. Right now the painters are finishing, tile is being laid and the hardwoods, garage doors, and driveway are coming soon. Then we'll just need to put in the lighting and plumbing fixtures and we'll be done. I'm more than ready to move in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503884859457090034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGG6HmyXMfI/AAAAAAAABEg/vr3KJ9aKA38/s400/DSCF0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This pic is a few weeks old, but it's the most recent I've taken.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the issue of leaving my babes. This has been the most amazing year and a half. All of my prayers were answered when I received the opportunity to be home everyday with Colson and Lilly-Belle. I will always be thankful for this time and I have a strong appreciation for all that stay at home moms do and glad that the RedHead was able to afford me this experience. I can't think about it too much because that's when the tears come, but I want my children to know that this year was the best year of my life. Thankfully we have the BEST sitter who loves them as much as I do, so I know they will be well cared for. I hope Miss Liz is ready for these two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-8858858335630071279?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8858858335630071279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8858858335630071279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8858858335630071279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress-for-sale.html' title='Stress For Sale'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TGG6HmyXMfI/AAAAAAAABEg/vr3KJ9aKA38/s72-c/DSCF0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7811981941436922287</id><published>2010-08-05T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:12:43.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Hard Day At The Office</title><content type='html'>It's been a hard day at the office. First, I've dealt with Lilly the Spider Monkey scaling every chair, toilet, cabinet, and packing box in sight. Brave, yes. Graceful, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60827c3ba077a7e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60827c3ba077a7e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300010%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BFFAA1F6D45C9761B81F8F41819628CDBBC13F7.58ACE06F9C928AA0FE9AB2F4D7BC7F8C33A438EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60827c3ba077a7e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-pvABJB-s1pGBzJj_p5gC4m1DzM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60827c3ba077a7e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300010%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BFFAA1F6D45C9761B81F8F41819628CDBBC13F7.58ACE06F9C928AA0FE9AB2F4D7BC7F8C33A438EF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60827c3ba077a7e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-pvABJB-s1pGBzJj_p5gC4m1DzM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a particularly uneventful trip to the pool, Monkey trips over thin air in the parking lot and busts his knee open. Thankfully no stitches, but it apparently hurts like hell when they glue your skin back together. This I gather from the ear piercing screams he shared with me and the poor doctor doing the gluing. He's resting quietly now after an oreo milkshake which is the cure to all ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to rest quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7811981941436922287?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7811981941436922287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/hard-day-at-office.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7811981941436922287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7811981941436922287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/hard-day-at-office.html' title='Hard Day At The Office'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1756771765878961355</id><published>2010-08-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:46:41.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><title type='text'>Today I'm the World's Worst Mother</title><content type='html'>...alternately titled, Responsibility's A B*!$@   Apparently you earn yourself the title of World's Worst Mother if you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. make your child take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. concede to "rest time" when he claims that his eyes just &lt;em&gt;won't stay closed.&lt;/em&gt; Apparently playing in your room is torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Make your child actually CLEAN up the mess they made during rest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Offer to clean it for them if they pay you $2 of their own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Offer to solve the whole problem by throwing the toys away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. tell them to stay in their room until they have chosen from either C, D, or E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching your child responsibility is hard...on the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey, I graciously thank you for this award. And one day you'll thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bug requested that I mention you can also earn an Honorable Mention as World's Worst Mother if you:&lt;br /&gt;-refuse to carry your child on your hip at all times.&lt;br /&gt;-refuse to feed them lunch unless they are seated.&lt;br /&gt;-or fail to have no less than 5 snack options with you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1756771765878961355?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1756771765878961355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-im-worlds-worst-mother.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1756771765878961355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1756771765878961355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-im-worlds-worst-mother.html' title='Today I&apos;m the World&apos;s Worst Mother'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-49621282886844054</id><published>2010-07-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:32:32.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Listen Carefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFHlTNbrcKI/AAAAAAAABEY/iIKjClK4iEg/s1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499428738182115490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFHlTNbrcKI/AAAAAAAABEY/iIKjClK4iEg/s400/sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes God tries to tell you something by whispering it softly in your ear. Other times He puts it in front of you like a flashing neon sign so that it can not be ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have felt Him speaking to me both ways lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's whispering to me that it's okay to live in the &lt;em&gt;gray&lt;/em&gt; area of life. For a long time I held my opinion as the highest and I was under the assumption that if you weren't with me, you were against me. But now I'm learning to consider the other side. To sometimes not care at all. And to still appreciate my strong opinions, but respect the opposition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the neon sign. This is usually the one that's harder to deal with. Mine has been the reminder that I need to be true to myself. Life will try to jade you. People will try to change you and trip you. I just need to remember that what matters is that I'm true to myself whether you like it or not. Beyond that, I just need to Let Go and Let God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping that if I listen carefully that I can always hear what God is trying to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-49621282886844054?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/49621282886844054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-carefully.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/49621282886844054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/49621282886844054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-carefully.html' title='Listen Carefully'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFHlTNbrcKI/AAAAAAAABEY/iIKjClK4iEg/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7119919537463404447</id><published>2010-07-28T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T05:21:58.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>My Relationship With Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFAgOlbbU4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/8nT6TaTRiO0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498930579956781954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFAgOlbbU4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/8nT6TaTRiO0/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes my relationship with Facebook seems like an ill-fated affair. There are so many things I love about it...the ability to keep up with far away friends through pictures, updates and chatting. However, just as in any relationship, we have our problems too. There are five to be specific, but facebook being the loving partner that it is has one feature that keeps me in the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lovely little feature gives me the ability to not delete, but hide anything or anyone that annoys me. Particularly these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Laundry Baskets. These people think FB is the appropriate place to air their dirty marital laundry. Every update is about what's going wrong in their marriage or relationship, what mistake their significant other has recently made, or what they're doing to mend their relationship. Attention Laundry Baskets: FB is not your therapist and if you don't want people all in your business then don't put it out there. HIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. On the other hand we have what I call the LoviePoos. These people love their dog, their husband, their child, their best friends and it's all they post. We get it. You love them, but how about spending less time tell the Facebook world and more time telling them. HIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Sports Announcers. You know these people. Their status reads, "Good Morning Facebook!! Got to make a quick trip to Home Depot, then mow the yard, then out for lunch with Mike, then we're watching the game. I'm busy today!" Thank you for the play by play, but it's really not necessary. HIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The Attention Seekers. These are the posters of vague status' that imply impending doom or a huge surprise. "Why does this always happen to me? Will I ever learn?" or "Can't wait for Saturday...life will never be the same!" These people tell you nothing because they just want to engage you and lure you in to ask  questions about them. This lady's not taking the bait. HIDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The Gamers. The Farmvillers. The Mafia Warriors. I'm not sending you boards or nails and if you continue to send me invitations to do so, HIDE. *I may be guilty of this when Monkey hacked my account and sent my friends invites to play Bubble Island. I'm immensely sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're on my Facebook and you are any of these people, trust me, I've hidden you. Who do you hide on Facebook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-7119919537463404447?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7119919537463404447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-relationship-with-facebook.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7119919537463404447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7119919537463404447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-relationship-with-facebook.html' title='My Relationship With Facebook'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TFAgOlbbU4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/8nT6TaTRiO0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8224210945261026722</id><published>2010-07-26T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:16:42.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>I Promise They're Photogenic, Really.</title><content type='html'>The Monkey requested a photoshoot with the Bug the other day. It was the first time he realized that they both having rocking chairs. I happily obliged. Until I looked at the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385966782723698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4w57QTtnI/AAAAAAAABDw/fALrRPyo-34/s400/DSCF0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498388465694077330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4zLYbM8ZI/AAAAAAAABEI/Qtjq15pvHds/s400/DSCF0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498387027156198610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4x3pdC5NI/AAAAAAAABEA/Jes49D9VbAY/s400/DSCF0087.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385938712487938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4w4Sr16AI/AAAAAAAABDY/1lrhIrjX89M/s400/DSCF0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385927472583122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4w3o0CkdI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qklBY8zZGdE/s400/DSCF0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise they're photogenic...just not together. I can't wait to see how the Christmas card turns out this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-8224210945261026722?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8224210945261026722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-promise-theyre-photogenic-really.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8224210945261026722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8224210945261026722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-promise-theyre-photogenic-really.html' title='I Promise They&apos;re Photogenic, Really.'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TE4w57QTtnI/AAAAAAAABDw/fALrRPyo-34/s72-c/DSCF0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7741708755269485703</id><published>2010-07-24T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:48:44.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>House of the Nekkid Nappers</title><content type='html'>Today we're &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; hosting a nekkid party at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning nap is over. I go in to get the Bug up. She's diaperless...and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's afternoon naptime. The monkey comes wandering out of his room claiming he can't go to sleep. Again, naked. It's only after I bring it to his attention that he's not wearing any clothes that he looks down and nods his head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still makes no effort to dress. But I'm not going to push it. It's blazing hot here and it's nekkid party day, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7741708755269485703?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7741708755269485703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-of-nekkid-nappers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7741708755269485703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7741708755269485703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-of-nekkid-nappers.html' title='House of the Nekkid Nappers'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6329676407079140719</id><published>2010-07-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:50:23.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>Perfect Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.scarymommy.com/medicating-children/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; I read regularly posted a response on her blog today to some very negative feedback she received after an interview she did on parents giving their children non-prescription medicine. After reading the article I felt that what she said was "rearranged" to be put into the context that made it sound the worst. But what got to me...really got to me...were the comments on the article. The comments were self righteous, rude, and ignorant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I understand that no, you shouldn't &lt;em&gt;drug&lt;/em&gt; your children, but it wasn't just that topic that was addressed by the respondents. They were commenting on motherhood. And according to these people, they were the perfect parents and had the answers to it all. I think as mothers we are too hard on ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I became a mother I didn't know that one child would roll off the changing table into the laundry hamper. Or that I give the other a sucker before they were a year old just to keep the peace. I didn't know that one would strip down naked and color themselves and my couch orange with a Sharpie while I grabbed a few extra winks. Or that I'd even consider that one (at about 6 months) had broken their nose after a not so graceful swan dive off the couch...while I was watching them...from less than a foot away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mothers need to know that this crap happens to everyone. And if they say it doesn't then they are liars. We are human. We make mistakes. And they are children; they will push boundaries, take risks, and make their own mistakes. We just need to accept this and move on because there is no such thing as the perfect parent or the perfect child. If you spend your life chasing after the idea of being the perfect parent then you'll surely miss all the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and just to make you smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497174630192869522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEnjM2zvcJI/AAAAAAAABCI/IK7bwOpiBfU/s400/mommy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497174637042583362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEnjNQU1x0I/AAAAAAAABCY/N_-k_LulJ2s/s400/mommy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497174633081923250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEnjNBki5rI/AAAAAAAABCQ/7h6zttVoOvA/s400/mommy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497174649838771106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEnjN__sG6I/AAAAAAAABCg/LcPzDYQBY-E/s400/mommy5.jpg" /&gt; All images courtesy of &lt;a href="http://annetaintor.com/index.html"&gt;Anne Taintor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-6329676407079140719?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6329676407079140719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-parenting.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6329676407079140719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6329676407079140719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-parenting.html' title='Perfect Parenting'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEnjM2zvcJI/AAAAAAAABCI/IK7bwOpiBfU/s72-c/mommy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5877539984046564171</id><published>2010-07-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:00:37.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamaw'/><title type='text'>Mamaw's Pound Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496463477980556210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEdcaWXwa7I/AAAAAAAABBY/iPuDkiNWBnM/s400/DSCF0078+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first posted my recipe for my Mamaw's Pound Cake as part of the &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/01/sips-of-south.html"&gt;Sips of the South &lt;/a&gt;series that I participated in, but that was months ago and I think that this is a recipe worth sharing twice. Plus I have a picture of said delicious cake this go round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this cake to take to the men who are working on our new house...just a sweet treat to say thanks. (This is actually the second cake. The first one was promptly eaten by myself and family when the crew failed to show up to work on Saturday. We didn't complain about having to eat it too much though.) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496463472655340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEdcaCiIFXI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DA5gmagmNWw/s400/recipecake1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496463467901922130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEdcZw00q1I/AAAAAAAABBI/qVY3ZJPc5m0/s400/recipecake2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496464427215388722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEddRmi-gDI/AAAAAAAABBg/yw1RilPk43k/s400/recipeicing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't make the icing for this one because it will be in the heat but I highly recommend making it, it's divine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a few more tips: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cake is NOT made in a bundt pan. I use a tube pan; it looks exactly like an angel food cake pan except that it isn't two parts. If you don't have one go find one, they make the best cakes! If you can't, a bundt pan will suffice until you get a tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you dare think of substituting margarine for the butter or heaven forbid one of those artificial sweeteners for the sugar. (I know what Splenda claims but I just don't believe it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember not to preheat your oven. And it may take a little over 1 and 1/2 hours, just let the top get a bit crusty and lightly golden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now go forth and bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-5877539984046564171?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5877539984046564171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/mamaws-pound-cake.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5877539984046564171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5877539984046564171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/mamaws-pound-cake.html' title='Mamaw&apos;s Pound Cake'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEdcaWXwa7I/AAAAAAAABBY/iPuDkiNWBnM/s72-c/DSCF0078+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8673861689633671300</id><published>2010-07-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:52:40.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Current Events</title><content type='html'>Currently, I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading Eat, Pray, Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031754536193154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEXTwvNljII/AAAAAAAABA4/in_uiARWbkw/s320/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;listening to &lt;a href="http://www.klove.com/"&gt;94.1 K-Love &lt;/a&gt;Christian Radio...thanks for the tip &lt;a href="http://everydayeverharts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelli&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drinking Coke in a glass bottle, the best!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031631808787410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEXTpmBF89I/AAAAAAAABAw/8OwpcgsPPOQ/s320/coke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating &lt;a href="http://browneyedbellejulie.blogspot.com/2010/07/beb-signature-recipe.html"&gt;Julie's Skillet Lasagna&lt;/a&gt;, yummy and beyond cheesy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing we would sell this house and were moving into our new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wondering why my daughter growls so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching Sarah's House on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt;. Can I please get her assistant to come help me decorate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496031414983218114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEXTc-R2U8I/AAAAAAAABAo/hn8xe_WtpP0/s400/sarah%27shouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that I can make it through Bible School with 21 preschoolers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing my favorite necklace from &lt;a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/products/namesonachain_p14"&gt;The Vintage Pearl&lt;/a&gt;. It has the babes' names and was my Mother's Day gift last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496030358036740866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEXSfc2K-wI/AAAAAAAABAg/fzX-Rj-TLKU/s320/NamesOnAChain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-8673861689633671300?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8673861689633671300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/current-events.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8673861689633671300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8673861689633671300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/current-events.html' title='Current Events'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEXTwvNljII/AAAAAAAABA4/in_uiARWbkw/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8399383503074411334</id><published>2010-07-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:48:49.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Classic Finds</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to have a fabulous JCrew warehouse sale in a neighboring town and I went yesterday to find some goodies. I had to think beyond it being the middle of July when I made my purchases. Sure there were lots of tees, tanks, shorts and flip flops, but they had nothing on what I found! I know a lady isn't supposed to talk money, but I'll just tell you that I spent seventy dollars and got three beautiful pieces that I'm sure I'll be wearing for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite find was the black wool pea coat. I've had wool coats before, but never one like this! The weave is absolutely perfect; it isn't the least bit itchy. I do plan on wearing these beauties together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLzFnafTI/AAAAAAAABAY/fFYcY_pwEvc/s1600/DSCF0071+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495319311375039794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLzFnafTI/AAAAAAAABAY/fFYcY_pwEvc/s400/DSCF0071+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pearls are such a statement piece (shhh...only $8). I love that they are taupe instead of the normal cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLy94SPdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/e9fpUv7WeFw/s1600/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495319309298318802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLy94SPdI/AAAAAAAABAQ/e9fpUv7WeFw/s400/DSCF0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these gloves (again...only $8). The leather feels like butter and the cashmere lining is yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495319301277340322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLyf_70qI/AAAAAAAABAI/EIErPkJfPcM/s400/DSCF0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;They almost make me wish it was winter...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-8399383503074411334?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8399383503074411334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/classic-finds.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8399383503074411334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8399383503074411334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/classic-finds.html' title='Classic Finds'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TENLzFnafTI/AAAAAAAABAY/fFYcY_pwEvc/s72-c/DSCF0071+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8329412283155175353</id><published>2010-07-16T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:34:06.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five Friday'/><title type='text'>Top Five Friday...Oh Bother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TECXvgXGPSI/AAAAAAAABAA/7IJ1oIMF9iU/s1600/eeyore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494558387788463394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TECXvgXGPSI/AAAAAAAABAA/7IJ1oIMF9iU/s320/eeyore.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little stressed, overwhelmed, annoyed as of late. It's mostly me and I understand this so I'm hoping by writing it down I'll just get it out of my system. My Top 5 Bothers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. My lips are uber chapped. In the middle of summer. What? Like burning chapped and clearly putting chapstick on 1,000 times a day isn't helping. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. The fact that I'm not one of those people who, when stressed, claim "I couldn't possibly eat. I'm just too stressed." I say, "I'm stressed...pass me a gallon of icecream!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;**On another note, I did channel my stress into a major overhaul clean of our fridge. Sadly, while doing so I found the icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Realizing that I haven't packed ONE thing yet. The move into our new home is at least 6 weeks away but I still feel like I need to be packing now just to get it all done. (Icecream anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. The Monkey's lack of thanks when it comes to everything. I take him to the movies (Despicable Me is very cute!) and he asks if we can play games afterwards and if I'll buy him some shark Polliwalks. I know this is a phase, but it just doesn't fly with me. Here's an idea! I'll pack up his toys and then maybe he'll be appreciative of what he has AND I'll be started on my packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so just 4 things are bothering me. Feel free to fill in the 5th. And if you want to come to my pity party just bring some icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Okay, #5 can be that spellcheck wants me to make icecream 2 words. Um, no thank you. But you can still fill it in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-8329412283155175353?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8329412283155175353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-five-fridayoh-bother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8329412283155175353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8329412283155175353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-five-fridayoh-bother.html' title='Top Five Friday...Oh Bother.'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TECXvgXGPSI/AAAAAAAABAA/7IJ1oIMF9iU/s72-c/eeyore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4270200084176758927</id><published>2010-07-15T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T05:30:21.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>A Red Head...And A Temper To Match</title><content type='html'>People warned me. Even at just a few weeks...even days old, people would comment on her red hair and warned me to watch out for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, "No. Certainly not. My babies are calm, sweet, easy little things." I was wrong. They were right. Every single one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never in my life seen the dramatics like Bug can put on. She can turn on the tears at the drop of a hat and everything offends her. The word NO is practically abuse and refusal to be picked up is tantamount to torture. She has to be in the middle of every situation, constantly engaged, and if she's not here's what you'll get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD793JiJa9I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pymx0VEl8uo/s1600/DSCF0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494107719332359122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD793JiJa9I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pymx0VEl8uo/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woe is me...I must be on the couch with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD793sZIG5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2nNMxh2H5Dg/s1600/DSCF0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494107728689765266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD793sZIG5I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2nNMxh2H5Dg/s320/DSCF0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, don't you see me crying here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD794N2sGCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/YydG8eET9IE/s1600/DSCF0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494107737672128546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD794N2sGCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/YydG8eET9IE/s320/DSCF0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...new game plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD794v0mQFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/wLV-Vgb10Ok/s1600/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494107746790162514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD794v0mQFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/wLV-Vgb10Ok/s320/DSCF0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry and pull on Mama! She's got red hair and a temper to match!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may need the Baby Whisperer with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-4270200084176758927?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4270200084176758927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-headand-temper-to-match.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4270200084176758927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4270200084176758927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-headand-temper-to-match.html' title='A Red Head...And A Temper To Match'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TD793JiJa9I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pymx0VEl8uo/s72-c/DSCF0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8738871610581316041</id><published>2010-07-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:32:50.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Blog Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://browneyedbellejulie.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-blog-love.html"&gt;Julie at Brown Eyed Belle&lt;/a&gt; shared this award with me. Thanks girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDt3aAbT3ZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6nIafDBmfBk/s1600/versatile+blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493115459183304082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDt3aAbT3ZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6nIafDBmfBk/s320/versatile+blogger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal is to share 7 things about yourself but I just did that little "getting to know you" survey last week, so I'm going to do what Julie did and share seven important dates from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. August 26, 1982 My Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. September 27, 1997 The RedHead and I went on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. December 20, 2003 The RedHead and I tie the knot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. August 2004 I begin my teaching career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. March 9, 2006 I give birth to our son, Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. April 29, 2009 I give birth to our daughter, Bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. August 26, 2012 I will turn the big 3-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...to tag some other bloggers to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ausmanhausadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt; Adventures In Being A Homeowner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomlypreppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sailboats and Seersucker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetreatgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Treat Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetalesfromthefairydust.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Tales From The Fairy Dust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crim-de-la-crim.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Crim De La Crims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebigcursivel.com/"&gt;The Big Cursive L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydayeverharts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everyday Everharts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleloveys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cowboy Boots and Baby Booties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southernbelleonpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Southern Belle on Paper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-8738871610581316041?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8738871610581316041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-love.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8738871610581316041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8738871610581316041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-love.html' title='Blog Love'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDt3aAbT3ZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/6nIafDBmfBk/s72-c/versatile+blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1961973484343555464</id><published>2010-07-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:40:13.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><title type='text'>Watermelon Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://wobblypop.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/watermelon.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://wobblypop.wordpress.com/2009/08/18/mmm/&amp;amp;usg=__IdHcPtUvm9Zyzje1imAoS1s4SMI=&amp;amp;h=406&amp;amp;w=423&amp;amp;sz=22&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=4&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ADaBpLWQ5HzRfM:&amp;amp;tbnh=121&amp;amp;tbnw=126&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwatermelon%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491560389212865506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDXxFBWjg-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/42JmwXUCHkE/s320/watermelon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I taught first grade, I'd teach my children to write using the Small Moments or Watermelon Seeds approach. I told them that no one was interested in hearing about their whole day...stories do not need to begin with waking up and end with going to bed. I told them to pick one small moment, the size of a watermelon seed, and then tell me in detail about that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a few watermelon seeds that I've experienced in motherhood this week. Except I'm not going to go into detail about each one because I'm fairly certain you don't want to know the "details" of them...one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I never thought I'd utter, "Why is there a slice of ham on my magazine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping barefoot on a wooden block in the dark and having to &lt;em&gt;silently scream&lt;/em&gt; S*#! instead of loudly screaming S*#! so I wouldn't wake the family and scare the bejezzus out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that my floor is a buffet of snacks for my children...puffs, crackers, a lone gummi snack, and trix cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 3am to fix the Bug a cup of milk. We're still not consistently sleeping through the night. (I say &lt;strong&gt;we're&lt;/strong&gt; because as long as she's not, I'm not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saved the best for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the living room with my bowl of oatmeal this morning to find my daughter sans diaper playing in her poo. Gag me with a spoon! It was very hard to eat my breakfast after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your watermelon seed moments, motherhood or otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1961973484343555464?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1961973484343555464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/watermelon-seeds.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1961973484343555464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1961973484343555464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/watermelon-seeds.html' title='Watermelon Seeds'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDXxFBWjg-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/42JmwXUCHkE/s72-c/watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3702654299442124563</id><published>2010-07-07T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:52:20.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Because she did it first...</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://thetalesfromthefairydust.blogspot.com/2010/07/copycat.html"&gt;lovely lady&lt;/a&gt; played copycat so I'm going to just continue the trend and swipe this from her because I know you just want to know some more random stuff about me and because there's a special place in my heart for a list of any type! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beaufort, NC It's absolutely beautiful there, I love the atmosphere, but I most definitely wouldn't build...I'd buy a historic home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8mO7hAjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QS_8a5xdaMg/s1600/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491221210700251698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8mO7hAjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QS_8a5xdaMg/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8mvfxvfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/b5Dda5w8OJY/s1600/IMG_2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491221219442277874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8mvfxvfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/b5Dda5w8OJY/s320/IMG_2440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What's your favorite article of clothing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Any skirt (or dress) really. I just feel more feminine in them and they're way more comfy than shorts or slacks. But my Lilly dress if I have to choose one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) What's the last CD that you bought? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No clue. It's been that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where's your favorite place to be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At home with the RedHead and babes...or at the mexican restaurant with a margarita in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8tlmDwXI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_7gAKsTfsVQ/s1600/margaritas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491221337043353970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8tlmDwXI/AAAAAAAAA-0/_7gAKsTfsVQ/s320/margaritas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Where's your least favorite place to be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The dentist office...I do not have good luck with that place (says the lady with 2 crowns and fillings in half of her teeth)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) What's your favorite place to be massaged? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Used to be my back, but since I've been running I'd say my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) What time do you wake in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7:00am (6:00am once I go back to work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) What's your favorite kitchen appliance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Diswasher, holla! I loathe washing dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) If you could play any instrument, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Piano. It's so classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Favorite color? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It tends to change with my mood. I'm feeling turquiose right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8lJPpFZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/HrRh2W58h1Y/s1600/turquoise-4-blue-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491221191994185106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8lJPpFZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/HrRh2W58h1Y/s320/turquoise-4-blue-collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Which do you prefer, sports car or SUV? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SUV. A big honkin' Suburban to be exact. That I can fill with lots of bebes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8kYCBi_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/eMjo2qM6EL8/s1600/suburban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491221178783730674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8kYCBi_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/eMjo2qM6EL8/s320/suburban.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Favorite children's book? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Giving Tree. I read it to my class every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) What is your favorite season? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I used to be a summer girl and while I still love summer for the fruits and veggies, I have to say I'm turning into a fall girl. I love the cool mornings and warm days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) What's your least favorite household chore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Cleaning the shower. Blech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) If you could have one super power, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To be able to Mute someone who I didn't want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) If you have a tattoo, what is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have a symbol for dream on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) What's your favorite day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) Do you believe in afterlife? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh Yes Maam, or Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why would you make me choose! Hamburger from the Monk with cheese, mayo and pickles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) What's in the trunk of your car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A quilt, Columbia jacket, a sandbucket, and a pool floatie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to copycat too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-3702654299442124563?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3702654299442124563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-she-did-it-first.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3702654299442124563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3702654299442124563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-she-did-it-first.html' title='Because she did it first...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDS8mO7hAjI/AAAAAAAAA-k/QS_8a5xdaMg/s72-c/IMG_2447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6799336324334690203</id><published>2010-07-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:58:44.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Picture This</title><content type='html'>What Bug does while I cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNgMdA_RNI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8KSBCV69mkI/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490838137758237906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNgMdA_RNI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8KSBCV69mkI/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What shall I wear today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNgMtEUuwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_Tvp3D8vB_w/s1600/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490838142067194626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNgMtEUuwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_Tvp3D8vB_w/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th of July dinner....yummy! Thanks RedHead for the delicious ribs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfzxI8EtI/AAAAAAAAA98/o_fhbvAkHkQ/s1600/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490837713663562450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfzxI8EtI/AAAAAAAAA98/o_fhbvAkHkQ/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have walls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfR1maYII/AAAAAAAAA90/5LWb12HyC6c/s1600/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490837130745372802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfR1maYII/AAAAAAAAA90/5LWb12HyC6c/s320/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking down into the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfQ26knwI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ijll4zekId8/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490837113918496514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfQ26knwI/AAAAAAAAA9k/ijll4zekId8/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitchen bar and breakfast nook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfRnhI_bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/oYKmAOGB5Lg/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490837126965165490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNfRnhI_bI/AAAAAAAAA9s/oYKmAOGB5Lg/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready to move in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-6799336324334690203?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6799336324334690203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-this.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6799336324334690203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6799336324334690203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-this.html' title='Picture This'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TDNgMdA_RNI/AAAAAAAAA-E/8KSBCV69mkI/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-9043126549743541880</id><published>2010-07-02T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T05:20:16.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Top Five Friday...Oddities</title><content type='html'>I've had a few moments of self actualization this week. Just little things that I noticed about myself that I wonder if anyone else does or if I'm just odd. So what do you think about these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I read my magazines beginning with the last page. No idea why, I just always start at the end. (Don't worry I never do this with books. That would just be weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Often times I will take my shower while the kids nap in the afternoon (on days we go to the pool). Every time I do this I have the fear that someone will break in while I'm in the shower or while I'm drying my hair and I won't be able to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I refuse to let my child watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt;, but I have no problem with him watching the older cartoons on Boomerang that have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;villains&lt;/span&gt;, comic violence, and some semi-ugly words in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I heavily rely on Google as my spellcheck. Don't know how to spell a word? Just begin typing it in the google &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;searchbar&lt;/span&gt; and it'll find it for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I don't really have a number 5 but I feel like I should put something...maybe that's a little odd. Even on my own blog I feel compelled to complete something; like I can't break my own rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are these things odd or am I completely normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-9043126549743541880?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/9043126549743541880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-five-fridayoddities.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/9043126549743541880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/9043126549743541880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/07/top-five-fridayoddities.html' title='Top Five Friday...Oddities'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6315925383791424724</id><published>2010-06-30T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:08:36.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookin&apos;...Southern Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Southern Banana Puddin'...Go Make This NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFyOQkdzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/6TF-py5QcRM/s1600/DSCF0021+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488627668748629810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFyOQkdzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/6TF-py5QcRM/s320/DSCF0021+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Want a yummy treat to cool you off on these hot summer days? Make this banana pudding...you won't regret it! Well, maybe your thighs will regret it, but it has fruit in it so that has to count for something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4-5 ripe bananas (but not mushy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 box Nilla Wafers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 8oz tub Cool Whip--thawed (get Lite and this dessert is practically "healthy")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8oz package cream cheese (softened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 14oz can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 3.4 oz box of Banana Creme instant pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 3.4 oz box of Vanilla instant pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 cups milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat cream cheese until fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix in sw. condensed milk and vanilla extract and mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add both pudding mixes and milk. Beat until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pop it in the fridge for about 5 min. to let it set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fold in 1/2 of the cool whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Layering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Nilla Wafers, then bananas, then pudding mixture. Repeat so you have 2 complete layers. Top with remaining Cool Whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFx4fPCwI/AAAAAAAAA9U/le4MML9a0kc/s1600/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488627662904560386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFx4fPCwI/AAAAAAAAA9U/le4MML9a0kc/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Put it in the fridge to let it marinate or eat it immediately if you lack the willpower to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFxRgkduI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fz5LudZ_sb4/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488627652441175778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFxRgkduI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fz5LudZ_sb4/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-6315925383791424724?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6315925383791424724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/southern-banana-puddingo-make-this-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6315925383791424724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6315925383791424724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/southern-banana-puddingo-make-this-now.html' title='Southern Banana Puddin&apos;...Go Make This NOW!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCuFyOQkdzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/6TF-py5QcRM/s72-c/DSCF0021+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7470555519171291274</id><published>2010-06-28T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:03:16.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion...'/><title type='text'>I've found a way to make my millions</title><content type='html'>Now here's my idea so don't even think of stealing it because I'm pretty sure that if you write it down then you own it so I'm copyright/patent/calling dibs* on this here idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to start a support group/therapy/rehab center for&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt; ETSY&lt;/a&gt; addicts. I came upon this idea because I myself am an etsy addict. I went to peruse the site for a few home decor items and I never made it past the wall decals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place is a black hole! It sucks you in and before you know it your kids are running around naked and there's chex mix all over the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can't be the only one, so I'm betting this rehab idea will really take off. Then I'll spend my profits on a house full of wall decals (or maybe just these 3 because if I slap one on every wall it may just be tacky...but maybe not.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/50220751/vinyl-wall-art-decal-birdcage-grouping?ref=sr_gallery_3&amp;amp;ga_search_query=bird+cage+wall+decal&amp;amp;ga_search_type=category&amp;amp;category=housewares.wall_decal&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901055051096978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCjw7vTP45I/AAAAAAAAA80/Qbip0nMRZjU/s320/birddecal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[for the guest room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/45566736/45x8-keep-calm-and-carry-on-with-crown?ref=sr_gallery_27&amp;amp;ga_search_query=keep+calm+wall+decal&amp;amp;ga_search_type=category&amp;amp;category=housewares.wall_decal&amp;amp;ga_page=&amp;amp;order=&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901075241270610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCjw86g9fVI/AAAAAAAAA9E/0o0TLYQhvQE/s320/keepcalmdecal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[for the laundry]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/50310990/monogram-square-frame-with-name-decal?ref=sr_gallery_37&amp;amp;ga_search_query=monogram+wall+decal&amp;amp;ga_search_type=category&amp;amp;category=housewares.wall_decal&amp;amp;ga_page=2&amp;amp;order=&amp;amp;includes[]=tags&amp;amp;includes[]=title"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487901070852129154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCjw8qKggYI/AAAAAAAAA88/frt5IVZqe-c/s320/monogramdecal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[for Bug's room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*excuse the /...I like them today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-7470555519171291274?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7470555519171291274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-found-way-to-make-my-millions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7470555519171291274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7470555519171291274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-found-way-to-make-my-millions.html' title='I&apos;ve found a way to make my millions'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCjw7vTP45I/AAAAAAAAA80/Qbip0nMRZjU/s72-c/birddecal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2374985236154633788</id><published>2010-06-23T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:03:33.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five Friday'/><title type='text'>Bringing It Back...Top 5 Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*I just realized today isn't Friday, it's Thursday. Crap. Oh well, I'll just leave it up.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a break from posting my Top 5 Friday, but due to circumstances this week (which I could not cohesively share in any other post) I'm bringing it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences in Motherhood...This week I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had oatmeal sneezed at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. recovered 5 random pair of underwear from Monkey's room. Locations included the toy box and on top of the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. lamented the appearance of "the girls" in my bathing suit after birthing 2 babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. experienced the Bug taking her shoes off, standing in the highchair, and testing her lung capacity in the middle of Sushi Thai ...prompting me to once again realize that I have what can only be described as one of "THOSE" children. (Thank goodness this side of her isn't always present.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. given up, cried uncle, waved the white flag, and surrendered to they toys. The mess is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCNhULFgsfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qjf4vKxz_CM/s1600/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486335770268578290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCNhULFgsfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qjf4vKxz_CM/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-2374985236154633788?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2374985236154633788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/bringing-it-backtop-5-friday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2374985236154633788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2374985236154633788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/bringing-it-backtop-5-friday.html' title='Bringing It Back...Top 5 Friday'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCNhULFgsfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Qjf4vKxz_CM/s72-c/DSCF0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-4609269278535744963</id><published>2010-06-23T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:07:44.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The South'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Simple Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I started this blog last August, one of my first posts was about &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2009/08/summertime.html"&gt;Summertime&lt;/a&gt;. I thought I'd repost this and make a few ammendments to my list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are a few of my favorite things (summertime edition):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Fresh vegetables (I like mine fried of course because we are in the South darlin')--fried okra, squash, green tomatoes. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Still love all of these veggies, but I now like to slap those fried green tomatoes on a BLT and it is heaven, let me tell ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. A tall glass of sweet tea &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(add Firefly vodka)&lt;/span&gt; or homemade lemonade &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(add Bacardi Torched Cherry Rum)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Lazy days spent in the cool of the house because it's just to hot to even think of moving. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lazy days spent at the pool because heaven help me if I hear the words "I'm bored" or "What are we going to do today?" one more time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Babies in bathing suits (their little chunky thighs are irresistible!) &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Both of my babes in their monkey swimsuits...precious! (I should have a pic but I don't and I'm not about to stage one so I'll post that later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Sundresses. Light, airy, short sundresses. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Light, airy, "Lilly" sundresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. No cook meals (too hot to turn on the stove) cucumber sandwiches, salads, cereal with fresh berries or peaches. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Still eating those cucumber sandwiches, cantaloupe, hummus, and a Southern Girl's best friend...watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Dairy Queen: a butterscotch dipped cone of icecream (where I live our DQ is only open for the summer months) I've been getting these since I was a little girl and lived so close that I could walk there every day.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Our DQ didn't reopen this summer (if only I had the $ to buy the franchise), so we frequent the drug store for milkshakes, orangeaides, and old fashioned cherry cokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Cookouts with good friends...tasty food, kids playing, laughing.Summertime is my favorite time.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  We haven't hosted a cookout yet. We've been so wrapped up with building our house that it's left little time for much else. This is a great reminder that we need to slow down and enjoy our summer. Hopefully we'll host a cookout soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-4609269278535744963?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4609269278535744963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-summertime.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4609269278535744963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/4609269278535744963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-summertime.html' title='Simple Summertime'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1805379399715125718</id><published>2010-06-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:07:01.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>So This Is What They Were Talking About</title><content type='html'>Before we started building people would frequently tell us that it's a one shot deal...you have to make so many decisions that once it's over you never want to do it again. Well, not that it's necessarily been bad, but we are definitely in the thick of the decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The RedHead and I spent Saturday making LOTS of decisions about the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chose these hardwoods:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEXGVoli_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/jrNGwDyr2uE/s1600/hardwoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485691218768006130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEXGVoli_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/jrNGwDyr2uE/s320/hardwoods.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...handscraped, be still my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these kitchen cabinets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEXGMraOQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/u1KT8rhZmIM/s1600/cabinets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485691216363927810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEXGMraOQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/u1KT8rhZmIM/s320/cabinets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riverruncabinetry.com/hampton-photo-gallery.html"&gt;http://www.riverruncabinetry.com/hampton-photo-gallery.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bought 2 of these in silver (one for the breakfast nook and the other for the master bath):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWrznqSDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pT8eAqZA22o/s1600/pbhundilantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485690762960717874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWrznqSDI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pT8eAqZA22o/s320/pbhundilantern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered our tub, surround sound system, and this chandelier for the dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWsM_lznI/AAAAAAAAA8U/8d3ysYYNYz0/s1600/potterybarnchandelier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485690769771974258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWsM_lznI/AAAAAAAAA8U/8d3ysYYNYz0/s320/potterybarnchandelier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I spent an hour at Lowes getting tile samples for the shower and paint colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we go to finalize the cabinet layout and look at granite. It's a good thing I'm not working right now; this takes a lot of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with a picture of our inspiration for our master bath. We've taken care of the hardwoods, tub, and cabinets, and wall color (seaglass green). We are going a different direction with the shower tile, a bit more neutral, but I think it will be beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWFbJoLNI/AAAAAAAAA78/VUGv7QsZUK8/s1600/masterbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485690103557270738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWFbJoLNI/AAAAAAAAA78/VUGv7QsZUK8/s320/masterbath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWF53xB0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/g-nCv46fLpE/s1600/masterbath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485690111803852610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEWF53xB0I/AAAAAAAAA8E/g-nCv46fLpE/s320/masterbath2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-1805379399715125718?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1805379399715125718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-this-is-what-they-were-talking-about.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1805379399715125718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1805379399715125718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-this-is-what-they-were-talking-about.html' title='So This Is What They Were Talking About'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TCEXGVoli_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/jrNGwDyr2uE/s72-c/hardwoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6738459783438148297</id><published>2010-06-21T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:06:01.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><title type='text'>Portrait of a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I meant to get this up yesterday, but due to a mini road trip to a Pottery Barn outlet to buy some lighting for our house, I'm a day late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys learn to be good fathers, while others are just born that way. I knew very early in our relationship that the RedHead would make a wonderful father. I saw it in the way he treated me. He's definitely a hands-on daddy, and I love to watch each day as he makes memories with our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a father looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-27W_V6zI/AAAAAAAAA70/x8H7B05nPfY/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485304002060348210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-27W_V6zI/AAAAAAAAA70/x8H7B05nPfY/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2t2I3qKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/r-oCOlNCeoQ/s1600/Boone+-+October+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303769903638690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2t2I3qKI/AAAAAAAAA7s/r-oCOlNCeoQ/s320/Boone+-+October+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2tVS11iI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gdVKu2lMr_Y/s1600/birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303761087092258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2tVS11iI/AAAAAAAAA7k/gdVKu2lMr_Y/s320/birthday+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2tMVhTjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DfVE3wyQzsQ/s1600/IMG_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303758682410546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2tMVhTjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DfVE3wyQzsQ/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2s5mQZfI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Y0MQ8UkPd3o/s1600/IMG_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303753652332018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2s5mQZfI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Y0MQ8UkPd3o/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2sG9JroI/AAAAAAAAA7M/coMrzOkHy3k/s1600/Nick%26Colson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303740058152578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-2sG9JroI/AAAAAAAAA7M/coMrzOkHy3k/s320/Nick%26Colson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-13v4eKUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uXywZyVmR1k/s1600/DSCF0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485302840511310146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-13v4eKUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/uXywZyVmR1k/s320/DSCF0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-13cOUf_I/AAAAAAAAA68/OJAw4T5F2eM/s1600/DSCF0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485302835234242546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-13cOUf_I/AAAAAAAAA68/OJAw4T5F2eM/s320/DSCF0563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TB-12h-tpzI/AAAAAAAAA60/pOjKKWEhuAs/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Guess I'll be dragging L to go see it since the RedHead has already vetoed watching it with me. Whateve...hez so lame. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UEIiGYI6VMQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEIiGYI6VMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEIiGYI6VMQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DL7W6pEuAW0/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7W6pEuAW0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL7W6pEuAW0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5776277974599883244?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5776277974599883244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-im-stuck-in-highschool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5776277974599883244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5776277974599883244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-im-stuck-in-highschool.html' title='Because I&apos;m stuck in highschool...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3280393210590624653</id><published>2010-06-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:07:37.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>I Don't Remember Asking For More Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBkRxeF6gxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/A7mcHiWUTic/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483433562889421586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBkRxeF6gxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/A7mcHiWUTic/s320/happy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a Happy Girl...not an Angry Girl. You'll see why if you make it through this messed up post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how people say to be careful what you ask the Lord for...as in, if you ask for patience then you are likely to receive events in your life that test and build your patience (instead of just being granted patience as a divine gift). Well, I am about 99% sure that I didn't ask for more patience, yet I am called to have more of it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Incident #1: Having no idea what my job is going to be next year. Yes there have been postings. Yes I have called, emailed, and all but begged to just go ahead and be placed. Yet, nothing. I know there's a job for me in the county since I did a contracted leave of absence, but I'd kindly like to go ahead and know what that job is...pretty please!&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Incident #2: Arriving at our house we're building and being VERY excited to see that our front door had been delivered. Only to find out that they put the WRONG glass in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483432657565478866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBkQ8xf3b9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/rmtgsrVw78E/s320/seedy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what they put in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483432653335638290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBkQ8hvZMRI/AAAAAAAAA6M/IX1LDGJrlpA/s320/sbaroque.jpg" /&gt; swirly, not seedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because apparently this company doesn't use the seedy glass anymore so they thought it would be acceptable to just make that switch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after much "mature" conversation with the company about the incident we are having another door delivered next week with just clear beveled glass. We did lose $ on the deal since we were returning a custom door...boo! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;**RIGHT HERE...I was typing along and the phone rings. I know the number because I've dialed it 1000 times. It was our HR Director. Calling to offer me a job! WooHoo! I accepted and I'm very excited that I'll be a Title I reading teacher next year. It made my day...I think we'll have to celebrate tonight. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess I can go cross out No. 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3280393210590624653?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3280393210590624653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-remember-asking-for-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3280393210590624653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3280393210590624653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-remember-asking-for-more.html' title='I Don&apos;t Remember Asking For More Patience'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBkRxeF6gxI/AAAAAAAAA6c/A7mcHiWUTic/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1486593009121660465</id><published>2010-06-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:25:48.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBfhTyt833I/AAAAAAAAA6E/75muWfmTpCA/s1600/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483098801495138162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBfhTyt833I/AAAAAAAAA6E/75muWfmTpCA/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did it! I'm excited...can't ya tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may (or may not) remember when I started my &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/getting-beach-body-ready.html"&gt;Get Fit plan &lt;/a&gt;several months ago. I completed my first Boot Camp after 8 weeks and lost a total of 15 inches. But what I was even more excited about was the fact that all of that training helped prepare me to run my first ever 5K! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my best bud L asked me to run it with her I was a bit nervous. I agreed, but I prefaced it with lots of conditions...I may be walking, I may not finish, I may need someone to pull me behind them on a sled...but I would do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483098795863376754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBfhTdvPA3I/AAAAAAAAA58/uH0Tl49ZugU/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" /&gt;L and me before the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once Friday night arrived I was hyped! The weather has been miserable here (mid 90s) so it was nice that the race didn't start until 9:00 pm. Off we went and surprise surprise, I made it! I ran the whole way and my time was 32:09. I was very happy with myself and happy that I could tell a difference in my body since working so hard throughout boot camp. I guess I can now say that I'm kinda sorta a runner? Now I'm looking forward to doing another and hopefully improving my time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1486593009121660465?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1486593009121660465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1486593009121660465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1486593009121660465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBfhTyt833I/AAAAAAAAA6E/75muWfmTpCA/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-6908915118667835120</id><published>2010-06-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:27:48.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Proving Our Contractor Wrong</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the building process we asked the "Golden Question"...how closely do you come to the projected cost to build?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His answer, "I've only ever gone over budget twice and once was a lady who picked out things like an $800 soap dish for her bathroom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he may as well go ahead and mark us off as No. 3 on his list. (Not crazy over, but over none the less.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front door...over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481243720099087010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBFKH1_YwqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vWTyckg3jbU/s320/door.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master bath tub...over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481243710382538354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBFKHRyx_nI/AAAAAAAAA5k/RVKYWFsX0xI/s320/tub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our newest purchase, the Rohl Shaw Apron Front Kitchen Sink...over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481243708708635586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBFKHLjsQ8I/AAAAAAAAA5c/4wuxcn9I5qU/s320/sink.jpg" /&gt;It's a beauty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically (or maybe not so) these are all things I've picked out. I think I'll leave the rest to the RedHead. I better get out while I'm ahead; or at least not too far behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-6908915118667835120?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6908915118667835120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/proving-our-contractor-wrong.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6908915118667835120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/6908915118667835120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/proving-our-contractor-wrong.html' title='Proving Our Contractor Wrong'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TBFKH1_YwqI/AAAAAAAAA5s/vWTyckg3jbU/s72-c/door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-798208384811653393</id><published>2010-06-08T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:32:29.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Would Happen To Me'/><title type='text'>Tales of Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA5hrTGiPBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cWGeDQZr_bM/s1600/01413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480425193046424594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA5hrTGiPBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cWGeDQZr_bM/s320/01413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [anne taintor]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I posted &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/mental-clutter.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about my little bout of OCD that was causing me some anxiety and unfortunately I can't say that I've stopped checking the county website for job vacancies multiple times a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night, just before I went to bed, I checked it one last time. What?!? New job postings! Who posts jobs at 9:00 at night? Apparently our county. And one just happens to be a first grade position at the school less than a mile from where we are building our home. (It's not my first choice; I'd rather take a reading position, but none have posted.) Needless to say, my good friend anxiety came back and brought along another friend named insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lay awake in the bed last night for hours thinking about the job and different scenarios that could play out. Then I'd try to NOT think about it so I'd think about the house. I seriously mentally constructed and decorated each room in our house last night. I thought about hardwoods, ceiling fans, shower curtains, tile, cabinets, bedding, lamps, landscaping, faucets, and on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clearly the distraction was a problem in itself. As if anxiety and insomnia weren't enough, a third friend came and crashed the party...paranoia. I felt a pain on my foot which (obviously) was a spider bite. I continued to imagine the spider crawling around in my bed. I may or may not have slept with my legs crossed to avoid having this imaginary spider bite me on my lady bits. Weird, huh? Yeah, that's what lack of sleep will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To sum it up, I'm dragging today....anxiety, insomnia, and paranoia--the three worst friends anyone could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-798208384811653393?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/798208384811653393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/tales-of-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/798208384811653393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/798208384811653393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/tales-of-insomnia.html' title='Tales of Insomnia'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA5hrTGiPBI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cWGeDQZr_bM/s72-c/01413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2541883083905166102</id><published>2010-06-07T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:47:36.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Smiley Things</title><content type='html'>These things put a smile on my face... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This HUGE bowl of fresh cherries sitting on my counter...I can't resist grabbing a handful every time I go into the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480135292164919026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA1aA2KSTvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sVl9pqQFV3w/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Bug...as she emerges from her newest hiding spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480135284768453554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA1aAam1M7I/AAAAAAAAA5E/LsKe0lK2Ak4/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This tub...which will be sitting in my master bath in several weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134038763393570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA1Y344E0iI/AAAAAAAAA48/znVewRAgPqE/s320/tub.jpg" /&gt;Just the tub...not the faucet thingy. Ours will be in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ladies...my bestest friends from college. I don't know what I'd do without them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134032785481506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA1Y3im1HyI/AAAAAAAAA40/NKSHt_ZjFEU/s320/app+girls.jpg" /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://ausmanhausadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;lovely lady, Tess&lt;/a&gt;, hosted and we had a fabulous time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this video courtesy of the RedHead...they get their rhythm from me! **wink wink**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-765166081dd4510c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D765166081dd4510c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1679A2E79E214DAC22EEFF12D8A9EEEEADF83.1E2750E6E0E82226C6E03FEFABF17793FDBF39A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D765166081dd4510c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDd_GZ2e_31zo4O2qTXVJVYJMDHU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D765166081dd4510c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C1679A2E79E214DAC22EEFF12D8A9EEEEADF83.1E2750E6E0E82226C6E03FEFABF17793FDBF39A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D765166081dd4510c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDd_GZ2e_31zo4O2qTXVJVYJMDHU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-2541883083905166102?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2541883083905166102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/smiley-things.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2541883083905166102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2541883083905166102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/smiley-things.html' title='Smiley Things'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TA1aA2KSTvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/sVl9pqQFV3w/s72-c/DSCF0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-868588900784030581</id><published>2010-06-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:55:52.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Cuppy-Cakes, Check!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we checked the bakery trip off of our Summer List. We went and got cupcakes; Monkey got orange (like there's any other color) and Bug got a yellow one. The original plan was to eat them at the bakery, but once I was there I considered that they might frown upon the sight of me stripping my baby down naked to eat her treat. ...you'll see why I insist upon this in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478623224938244914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAf6y8ymKzI/AAAAAAAAA30/OE3JVL7rMgg/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An orange shirt and orange cupcake...life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478623711656270690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAf7PR9N22I/AAAAAAAAA4U/gguFFS4UxvQ/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The no hands approach...Going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478870018106976674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAjbQM_N6aI/AAAAAAAAA4s/837qcju7EqA/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478623235385477634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAf6zjtaSgI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S9s8mthFoMs/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" /&gt; GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478623232599645378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAf6zZVN3MI/AAAAAAAAA38/b-cmF0losbY/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-868588900784030581?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/868588900784030581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuppy-cakes-check.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/868588900784030581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/868588900784030581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuppy-cakes-check.html' title='Cuppy-Cakes, Check!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAf6y8ymKzI/AAAAAAAAA30/OE3JVL7rMgg/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2036603359623858851</id><published>2010-06-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:22:57.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>I Dream of Adobe Clay and Sandalwood</title><content type='html'>This is what our house looks like right now &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478534662782941570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAeqP9DXeYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/V6psjHenn3c/s320/DSCF0040.JPG" /&gt; ...and this is exactly what it will look like when we're done if we don't decide soon what colors we want to use on the exterior. The RedHead and I have looked at so many color samples that our eyes are going crossed. After spending about 3 hours on the computer last night we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; we've come to a decision. We have to pick a shake color and a board and batten color; and it has to coordinate with our stone choice and our brick. Hard? Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our stone color (Tennessee Ledgestone):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478534357437862050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAep-LjbUKI/AAAAAAAAA3c/iOqK4uu0_cY/s320/tennessee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's the color we're thinking for the shake (Rustic Blend):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478533996730585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAeppL0HExI/AAAAAAAAA3U/YHFksCbEfgg/s320/rustic+blend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the Board and Batten (Natural Clay):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478533877502931458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAepiPqBcgI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zLwp1-j14h0/s320/natural+clay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do ya think? Are we headed in the right direction? I hope so because I don't want to dream about siding colors one more night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS--This is the color scheme we're trying to recreate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478537010772411330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAesYn_rg8I/AAAAAAAAA3s/eGTeKZKcwlU/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2225298926776508678-2036603359623858851?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2036603359623858851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dream-of-adobe-clay-and-sandalwood.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2036603359623858851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2036603359623858851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dream-of-adobe-clay-and-sandalwood.html' title='I Dream of Adobe Clay and Sandalwood'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAeqP9DXeYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/V6psjHenn3c/s72-c/DSCF0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-932160777885166030</id><published>2010-06-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:16:44.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Dear Readers,</title><content type='html'>Please excuse my absence as I've been extremely busy putting little check marks beside boxes on our Summer List! I had totally planned on being a better blogger last week, but when the phone rang Thursday and the RedHead proposed that we head for the beach that afternoon I said, "THUNDERCATS ARE GO!" and promptly threw everything we own into several suitcases and waited by the door so we could leave asap. It was an impromptu trip, but a much needed one. We had a fabulous time and made many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of the babes at the beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWhF4WXP5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/JhwfQohFYPc/s1600/DSCF0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477961644163678098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWhF4WXP5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/JhwfQohFYPc/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg4D71QHI/AAAAAAAAA20/i0CHeku1TgQ/s1600/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477961406755455090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg4D71QHI/AAAAAAAAA20/i0CHeku1TgQ/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg33ZW9AI/AAAAAAAAA2s/3ElIXBbFPNU/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477961403389637634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg33ZW9AI/AAAAAAAAA2s/3ElIXBbFPNU/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg3cZGxpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/292Rffpkqx8/s1600/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477961396140820114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWg3cZGxpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/292Rffpkqx8/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also: Ate oysters and shrimp every night...played arcade games and spent $5 to earn enough tickets to buy some Sugar Babies and a watergun...swam every day...and Monkey rode his first "Big Boy" ride at the carnival. He rode the SeaDragon (you know the big ship that swings side to side); he was just tall enough by his hair and although the RedHead and I though for sure he was going to cry, he LOVED it! I was so proud of him for being brave. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also checked off "Blow Bubbles" and "Visit the Children's Museum" off of our list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monkey Covered In Bubbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfOsNc35I/AAAAAAAAA2c/B_Voat9XjG0/s1600/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477959596500639634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfOsNc35I/AAAAAAAAA2c/B_Voat9XjG0/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing A BIG Bubble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfOILCypI/AAAAAAAAA2U/sko4X2WyVdg/s1600/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477959586826865298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfOILCypI/AAAAAAAAA2U/sko4X2WyVdg/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concentrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfNm-Z-uI/AAAAAAAAA2M/voiBM6pdYAI/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477959577915488994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfNm-Z-uI/AAAAAAAAA2M/voiBM6pdYAI/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edible Schoolyard at Greensboro Children's Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfNKOlsrI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xt5OD7eAeR0/s1600/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477959570198737586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWfNKOlsrI/AAAAAAAAA2E/xt5OD7eAeR0/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey being the weatherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaz5r1DI/AAAAAAAAA18/lAUax_HYNKw/s1600/DSCF0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477958705212019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaz5r1DI/AAAAAAAAA18/lAUax_HYNKw/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bug driving the "Bambulance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeagtYrrI/AAAAAAAAA10/MHBPVEMYwOs/s1600/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477958700060159666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeagtYrrI/AAAAAAAAA10/MHBPVEMYwOs/s320/DSCF0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey hauling Nana and Bug off to jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaR2ERsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DcrYfpsUOig/s1600/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477958696070039234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaR2ERsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DcrYfpsUOig/s320/DSCF0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Collecting eggs from the chickies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaA6whnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/YXqGUH83RIc/s1600/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477958691526313586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeaA6whnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/YXqGUH83RIc/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooking in the play house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeZk-oe3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/fbsV2Chg_H0/s1600/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477958684026370930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWeZk-oe3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/fbsV2Chg_H0/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this lengthy picture montage! Like I said, we've been busy having fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-932160777885166030?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/932160777885166030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-readers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/932160777885166030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/932160777885166030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-readers.html' title='Dear Readers,'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TAWhF4WXP5I/AAAAAAAAA3E/JhwfQohFYPc/s72-c/DSCF0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-146460822900617747</id><published>2010-05-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:01:27.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>A Stolen Idea...Our Summer List</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475268750595717618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_wP62EN-fI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zxumk1uywbI/s400/DSCF0002+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally stole this idea from &lt;a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/2010/05/the-summer-list.html"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, but I have to share mine here just in case you haven't stumbled upon her fabulous blog. Today we made our Summer List and hung it on our fridge so we can start checking off each fun thing as we do it. From her post, it appears that she's done this for several years. This is our first year and I hope it keeps us from being couch potatoes all summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475268756555075554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_wP7MRCj-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/uyDirVwmroQ/s400/DSCF0002+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*milkshakes at the drug store *camp out in the living room *leave happy notes *play tennis *invite friends to the pool *blow bubbles *go fishing *go to the movies *cookout *get cupcakes from the bakery *story hour *game night *paint *day trip to ?? *play golf *play in the rain *make pudding pops *go to a children's museum *(monkey) learn all 26 letters *go to the park *make lemonade *sidewalk chalk *have a friend sleep over *icecream sundae playdate with friends *Blackout Day (no tv, lights, computer) *visit Granny *visit GiGi *visit Grandma P *visit Liz *(monkey) learn to count to 10 in Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's going to be on your summer list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-146460822900617747?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/146460822900617747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/stolen-ideaour-summer-list.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/146460822900617747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/146460822900617747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/stolen-ideaour-summer-list.html' title='A Stolen Idea...Our Summer List'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_wP62EN-fI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zxumk1uywbI/s72-c/DSCF0002+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8272248870976832662</id><published>2010-05-24T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:50:39.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Mental Clutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_rYRyR0TiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ULQfkW3DENE/s1600/anxiety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474926097088138786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_rYRyR0TiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ULQfkW3DENE/s320/anxiety.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having little bouts of anxiety lately. I don't deal well with some transitions. I don't like this about myself, but I like things planned and when there is uncertainty in my life it affects me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say affects, I really mean consumes me. It makes me approach lots of things in my daily life with a different attitude than what I like. The uncertainty right now centers around what job I will be doing next year and what school I will be at. In an ideal world, I'd return to the school I previously taught at in a first grade position or in a Title I position. That is unlikely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I check the vacancies on the county website no less than 10 times a day. See...consumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I try not to think about it I just redirect my anxiety on other things...should I have eaten that piece of pie, how I need to sweep the floor again, how I should have pushed myself harder at the gym today, and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are NOT things that normally bother me, but when I'm anxious these thoughts just pop into my head. I just hope I get this job thing settled soon because I don't like feeling like this...it stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-8272248870976832662?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8272248870976832662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/mental-clutter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8272248870976832662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/8272248870976832662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/mental-clutter.html' title='Mental Clutter'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_rYRyR0TiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ULQfkW3DENE/s72-c/anxiety.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7874931371023444834</id><published>2010-05-23T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:13:07.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday RedHead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today my RedHead turns 30 years old! We went out yesterday to celebrate and had the whole evening to ourselves because my Mama was kind enough to have the children sleep over at her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to eat at one of our favorite restaurants, Bonefish Grill, and had some delicious food. I thoroughly enjoyed my pomegranate martini, calamari, and shrimp pad thai! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637113834185666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_nRcvxBo8I/AAAAAAAAA00/m7cISgzccIE/s400/calamari.jpg" /&gt;After dinner we went and saw the movie Date Night and it was hilarious. We had thought about seeing Robin Hood or Iron Man, but decided on something less serious and I'm glad we did! We ended the evening with drinks (nothing like a margarita nightcap) and were able to sleep peacefully until 7:30 this morning...yeah, that's late for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474637379996022290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_nRsPS89hI/AAAAAAAAA08/m5X3PAUpK68/s400/datenight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought the babes back home this morning and I made breakfast for all of us before church. I made &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen-blog/2010/05/a-tasty-recipe-stuffed-french-toast/"&gt;Stuffed French Toast&lt;/a&gt; (using &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2010/03/strawberry-freezer-jam.html"&gt;Strawberry Freezer Jam&lt;/a&gt; with the cream cheese for filling) and &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/03/sweetened-whipped-cream.html"&gt;Sweetened Whipped Cream&lt;/a&gt; to top it with. Oh. My. Gosh. It was SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474636663494728482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_nRCiHu2yI/AAAAAAAAA0s/GBvmnSfQGAs/s320/frenchtoast.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{picture from Pioneer Woman--Tasty Kitchen}&lt;/p&gt;He got to open his presents...a new golf shirt from the babes and concert tickets to see Jack Johnson from me. The concert isn't until August, but he'll have something to look forward to later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474636657276222530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_nRCK9H_EI/AAAAAAAAA0k/daCW-mS727Q/s320/jackjohnson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he had a wonderful birthday; he so deserves it! Happy 30th birthday Red! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to google for all other images.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-7874931371023444834?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7874931371023444834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-redhead.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7874931371023444834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/7874931371023444834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-redhead.html' title='Happy Birthday RedHead!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_nRcvxBo8I/AAAAAAAAA00/m7cISgzccIE/s72-c/calamari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3860573854628923649</id><published>2010-05-19T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:25:15.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>Story People</title><content type='html'>If you have never heard of Story People, then you're missing out! We had a store in college that sold their prints and books and I love them. I have one book called Strange Dreams and I'm on their email list so they send me a daily story. These are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Death take me now &amp;amp; spare me the pain, she said. It was difficult for me to get that excited. Get a grip, I said, it's only aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She laid on my chest &amp;amp; her breathing filled me almost to beyond what I could hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When I first met him, I knew in a moment I would have to spend the next few days re-arranging my mind so there'd be room for him to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My grandfather used to say nobody gives a damn anymore &amp;amp; the thing I remember most about him is the way he never let that stop him from giving a damn all the days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learned 2 things early on, my sister said. The first is don't blame people for being the way they are. What's the second? I said. She smiled. If they're really stupid she said, go ahead &amp;amp; blame them. It's a really simple philosophy, she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've had some of my best conversations with strangers, she said, because they have no idea who they're dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not sure whether to smile too much because someone might put them on the hospitality committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I do much better as a goddess, she said, since my secretarial skills have always been limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her feet moved like small creatures over the floor, quiet &amp;amp; unconcerned with anything but the business of dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a long time there were only your footprints &amp;amp; laughter in our dreams &amp;amp; even from such small things, we knew we could not wait to love you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out at: &lt;a href="http://www.storypeople.com/storypeople/Home.do"&gt;Story People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3860573854628923649?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3860573854628923649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3860573854628923649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3860573854628923649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-people.html' title='Story People'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-2730009557619363779</id><published>2010-05-17T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:36:52.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Two Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Top Two Tuesday...On My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>This week's Top Two Tuesday topic is to share two things you'd like to do before you die. This one is hard for me to narrow down because there are so many things I'd like to experience in this lifetime, but here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Skydiving! I want to experience the rush, the thrill, the excitement and fear! Hopefully I'll have this one crossed of the list by the end of the summer because my college roomie and I are planning on going once school is out. I'm guessing she doesn't want to leave her students without a teacher if we don't make it back and I've already asked the RedHead if he could handle being a single parent and informed him that if he wants to increase my life insurance now would be the time to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472402302563802866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_Hg5nBYXvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RCoa1D6sH80/s320/skydiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Run a Half Marathon. I just started running about 2 months ago and I'm running my first 5K in June. My hopes are to continue training, and one day be able to run a 1/2 marathon. I realize it would be more dramatic if I said I'd like to run a full marathon, but I'm being realistic and hopefully one day (once I run a 1/2 marathon) I'll add a full marathon to my bucket list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472402310096237650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_Hg6DFQNFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Ajg4dAk8FLk/s320/runner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just two of the things I'd like to do for myself before I die. I have a whole other list of things I'd like to do with the RedHead...adopt a child from China, travel to France, renew our wedding vows at some exotic location, and grow old together in our home where we will host holiday gatherings, care for our children and grandchildren, and love each other forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-2730009557619363779?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2730009557619363779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-two-tuesdayon-my-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2730009557619363779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/2730009557619363779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-two-tuesdayon-my-bucket-list.html' title='Top Two Tuesday...On My Bucket List'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S_Hg5nBYXvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RCoa1D6sH80/s72-c/skydiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3113174226853384352</id><published>2010-05-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:10:05.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misc.'/><title type='text'>We're Family...We Share EVERYTHING!</title><content type='html'>As you may recall from this &lt;a href="http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesson-in-sharing.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, our family is the BEST at sharing. Well, we've be at it again. And of course it all began with Monkey...again.  Monkey got sick Wednesday before last and he ran a fever for about 12 hours (very mild) before he quickly recovered and was left with only a little cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the Bug. Now she hasn't been sick often, but when she gets it she really GETS IT. She started running a fever Saturday night and while "viral" she began cutting hella teeth. I took her to the doc on Wednesday and she'd developed a slight ear infection due to all of the head congestion related to the cold and teething. While better now, she was left with the cough and the snottiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RedHead and I both took a turn for the worse on Thursday...he definitely had it a little worse than me. I think mine was mostly allergies, but he ran a temp so I know he had the virus too.  We are all on the mend, but trying to keep us going the past week has left little time for blogging. I really hope that now things can get back to normal because this lack of routine has done nothing for my sanity or my attempts to eat healthy (I'm a stress eater) and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to explain to my family that while I love that we share everything, we don't really have to share EVERYTHING.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3113174226853384352?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3113174226853384352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-familywe-share-everything.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3113174226853384352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3113174226853384352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-familywe-share-everything.html' title='We&apos;re Family...We Share EVERYTHING!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1615446661874401358</id><published>2010-05-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T07:58:01.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Death By Pollen...or Teething. Choose your poison.</title><content type='html'>The Bug has been battling some allergies for about 2 weeks now, but after Monkey's soccer game on Saturday she's just been getting worse. Oh, and might I mention that she's apparently cutting SIX teeth!  One has broken through but the other 5 are just a puffy swollen mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday neither of us could take it anymore so I took her to the doctor and the poor thing was developing an ear infection from all of the "head mess" caused by the teething and allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are on a permanent rotation of:&lt;br /&gt;Amoxicillin&lt;br /&gt;Motrin&lt;br /&gt;Teething Tablets&lt;br /&gt;Ear Drops&lt;br /&gt;Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like I'm drugging my baby with so many meds, but it's the only way she seems to get relief and rest.  Keeping my fingers crossed this will pass soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1615446661874401358?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1615446661874401358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-pollenor-teething-choose-your.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1615446661874401358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1615446661874401358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-by-pollenor-teething-choose-your.html' title='Death By Pollen...or Teething. Choose your poison.'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-5502560596869408291</id><published>2010-05-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T06:58:38.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Two Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Top Two Tuesday...Dream Homes</title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for a beautiful home because a home means so much...it is where you raise your family, make memories, and live your life. Beautiful doesn't always have to be "big" or "new". A dream home is simply what's perfect for you. I'm lucky enough to be building my dream home with the RedHead right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our &lt;a href="http://www.houseplans.com/2481-square-feet-4-bedroom-3-bathroom-European-home-plans-2-garage-(20780)"&gt;dream home&lt;/a&gt; (or what we call our "Forever Home"):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470011276577065250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-liRlHBySI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AT6ltr-f4fs/s320/house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if I were to buy another home, I think I'd have to go for this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470011281919789202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-liR5A1SJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/8LbcEYc8D8k/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a home I saw when we were on vacation on Beaufort, NC and I just love it! It's Southern, it's beautiful and it's in Beaufort...swoon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-5502560596869408291?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5502560596869408291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-two-tuesdaydream-homes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5502560596869408291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/5502560596869408291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-two-tuesdaydream-homes.html' title='Top Two Tuesday...Dream Homes'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-liRlHBySI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AT6ltr-f4fs/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1145014947604144957</id><published>2010-05-10T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:04:17.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RedHead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><title type='text'>Most Days Feel Like Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I've noticed this past year that pretty much every day feels like Mother's Day. I didn't necessarily feel this way while I was working after Monkey was born, but since I've been at home with my children each and every day I feel so much more appreciative of the time I get to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there have been days when all I want to do is have the RedHead watch them so I can drive far far away to a hotel and just sleep. Every mother has these days. It's because we give our children all we have, more than we have, and that feeling is a survival instinct telling us that we need to recharge so we can continue to be good mothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this Mother's Day I want to share the everyday gifts I enjoy from my children:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Being able to kiss their heads and hug their necks WHENEVER I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Saying goodnight prayers with my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Being called "Mommy" each and every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Being the one that they run to whenever they are hurt or sad or happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Listening to their laughter fill our home every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list, like any mother's, could go on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to thank my children for making motherhood such a blessed journey and thank my mother for being such a wonderful mother to me and inspiring me to do the same for my children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**And a special thanks to the RedHead and my sweetpeas for the awesome Mother's Day gift! I can't wait to wear my new ipod when I go running!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469625841552749906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-gDuTwMdVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/K8phaDQU47E/s320/ipod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-1145014947604144957?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1145014947604144957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-days-feel-like-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1145014947604144957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1145014947604144957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-days-feel-like-mothers-day.html' title='Most Days Feel Like Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-gDuTwMdVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/K8phaDQU47E/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3746961026352459316</id><published>2010-05-06T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:32:12.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Can't Wait To Decorate!</title><content type='html'>There will be a lot of rooms in my new house that I will enjoy decorating, but I think my favorite room with be the Bug's. There's something fun about decorating a little girl's room...you can make it completely girly and frilly and live vicariously through them since you now share your bedroom with the hubby who would rather the room be lacking in girly and frilly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already bought the Bug's bedding, a pink and green paisley set, a cute "L" sign for her door, a pink and green picture collage frame, and these Kelly Rightsell prints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468241364279484658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYjH_54PI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dqRSsRCw17Q/s320/frogpic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468241368695288786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYjYcts9I/AAAAAAAAAzM/zlMqGS9ZyTQ/s320/frogpic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468241373070723634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYjov5ijI/AAAAAAAAAzU/D4wj6DG_U2M/s320/frogpic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry (in case you go check them out), I definitely didn't pay those prices for them. I got them for $5 (yes, $5!) at a Buckhead Betties warehouse sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have these things picked out at Pottery Barn Kids for my little Bug's room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240965508921730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYL6dl-YI/AAAAAAAAAy8/SvSHhPnIX-s/s320/monogram.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240961682789330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYLsNX09I/AAAAAAAAAys/vMgtgUn4Hqo/s320/chandelier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240958692604786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYLhEdO3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/-t6o3ytIXxo/s320/frog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adorable frog plush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240626942171794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MX4NM_WpI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8FQ22uBeL9o/s320/rug2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468240621972259698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MX36sEg3I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y2MGlP8zyk8/s320/rug.jpg" /&gt; ...and one of the two rugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it going to be just the girliest, frilliest room ever? Maybe she'll let me sleep over! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/2225298926776508678-3746961026352459316?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3746961026352459316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-wait-to-decorate.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3746961026352459316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3746961026352459316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-wait-to-decorate.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait To Decorate!'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-MYjH_54PI/AAAAAAAAAzE/dqRSsRCw17Q/s72-c/frogpic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-1284601965159528306</id><published>2010-05-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:28:01.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>Here I Am...</title><content type='html'>I've been on a bit of a blogging hiatus. Not really intentional or for any reason other than I've just been busy with life. Here's a hodge podge of life updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Bug's birthday party on Saturday and I think she had a great time. I still can't believe that my baby is one! Here's a few pics of the fun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467805875400204114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMeVgF31I/AAAAAAAAAw0/neAZrRiPYGU/s320/1+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467805887131350130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMfBNA9HI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AnM1jlRZ-f0/s320/1+(13).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467805884408426514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMe3D0cBI/AAAAAAAAAw8/HBLKDduVIcM/s320/1+(10).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467805896238664706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMfjIXjAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Hc9BNEYUcaQ/s320/1+(14).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467805903092556610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMf8qdo0I/AAAAAAAAAxU/W1Ai_UftkrY/s320/1+(30).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also been makin a lot of headway on the house! I'm sure people think we stalk the house because we are out there every (literally, EVERY) day to check out the progress. They've framed the first story and are almost finished putting up the exterior walls. As of yesterday they were framing the garage and then I guess it'll be on to the second story soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467807435470896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GN5JN7fWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/EtQJhEFjuBs/s320/DSCF0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467807450221379394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GN6AKt_0I/AAAAAAAAAxs/AusRwj7Ziek/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467807445769645378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GN5vlV7UI/AAAAAAAAAxk/jcXrqyHov8g/s320/DSCF0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boot Camp is going great!! Tomorrow I will have completed 5 of the 8 weeks and when we measured last Thursday I have lost over 11 inches! I weighed this morning and I've lost about 4 pounds, so I am getting exactly what I want (a more toned body, but not the weight loss). Hopefully in a couple more weeks I'll be "Beach Body Ready"! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe now I'll back to my regularly scheduled blogging! Happy Wednesday, Hump Day, Cinco de Mayo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-1284601965159528306?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1284601965159528306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1284601965159528306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1284601965159528306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am...'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S-GMeVgF31I/AAAAAAAAAw0/neAZrRiPYGU/s72-c/1+(7).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-7169597381054427169</id><published>2010-04-29T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:47:15.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bug'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Bug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9nwEayEPLI/AAAAAAAAAws/LzGgsv1woNI/s1600/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465663581490265266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9nwEayEPLI/AAAAAAAAAws/LzGgsv1woNI/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my precious little Bug turns ONE!! I honestly have no idea where the past year has gone, and although I'm so happy to see my little girl growing each and every day, I'm just a tiny bit sad that she's beginning to cross over from baby to toddler. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly-Belle was born at 10:20 in the morning weighing in at 6lb, 9oz (despite being 4 weeks early). The previous night I had went out to eat and to a movie with two of my girlfriends and then about 11:00 that night I began to feel a little nauseous. I spent the next 5 hours battling nausea...just waiting to get sick because I was sure I had gotten food poisoning from the crab cake sandwich I'd eaten for dinner. Except I never got sick. I just started having contractions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 4:00am I woke the RedHead up and we had my Mama come over to stay with the Monkey until my in-laws could get there. By 5:00 we were at the hospital where I checked in and was about 3cm dialated. At 6:30 my midwife decided to break my water and then things started to pick up. I progressed fairly quickly (thank goodness since I decided against an epidural or pain meds) and at 10:20 our little Bug was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in the hospital for 5 days because she needed a bit of oxygen for the first 2 days and she was jaundiced, but I was able to room in with her the whole time. I was so thankful that I was able to stay because leaving Monkey at the hospital when he was in the NICU was the hardest thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one year later here we are. I am thankful for this beautiful little girl that God has blessed me with and I look forward to many more birthdays, celebrations, and milestones with my baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Bug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465660511130614674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9ntRszR-5I/AAAAAAAAAv8/j0QLhhAQ2as/s320/DSCF0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly-Belle April 29, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465660512132519442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9ntRwiJ1hI/AAAAAAAAAwE/6-X0m-8_FwM/s320/DSCF0157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug on May 1st...off the oxyhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465660526847659618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9ntSnWhDmI/AAAAAAAAAwM/nUQEP-JZTWk/s320/DSCF0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug on May 4...our first day home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465660799697747778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9ntifzC_0I/AAAAAAAAAwk/tF4NpMeUHAM/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug April 29, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465660540971039746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9ntTb9yvAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LZdh3m6trjQ/s320/DSCF0016.JPG" /&gt;Bug with her favorite new friend, Froggy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Oh! And Little Miss started walking on April 16th, but is just now becoming more consistent. 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I don't subscribe, but I do buy it if I'm looking for a good girlie magazine and the past couple months I've been lucky to get it from a friend secondhand. :) While I was reading May's issue, I noticed a trend. I either loved or hated each article. To me it seemed like this issue was written for two very different people. I'm sure the magazine is always like this...to draw in a variety of people, but for some reason some of the things just bugged me more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I consider a Hit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Silverman's&lt;/span&gt; "In the BAG".  This feature is on the last page and they ask a celebrity to reveal what's in their bag. Sarah's is much more realistic than most featured. Pens, gum, lipstick, tissue...normal things. Unlike some of the items featured in previous months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519647967846706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfquVEITI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Y3mnh8sodgg/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article about how a punishment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raassi&lt;/span&gt; received urged her to pursue a dream. A wonderful article about success and empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519146793446082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfNjTxqsI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4eXXBdYaUIc/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson's feature on natural beauty...air-dried hair and no makeup are the tag lines. Not sure if I completely believe the no makeup, but still beautiful and definitely minimal. I just love Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519125369550562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfMTf69uI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GDqAz-RGa20/s320/jess.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the MISSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss #1: The caption says "Money Bags  Nothing says 'I'm the boss' like bringing home the bacon in rich carryalls the color of cash"  You won't be bringing home much bacon when you're buying a purse that costs $1795, a pen (Yes a PEN) for $1,115, $750 shoes and a $1,995 camera. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9Xfq8Oz13I/AAAAAAAAAvs/P8Wt1MVS5GY/s1600/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519651699709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9Xfq8Oz13I/AAAAAAAAAvs/P8Wt1MVS5GY/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Miss #2: Dear Marie Claire, I don't want to look like a twelve year old girl, so quit putting them in your magazine as fashion guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfN1VN9DI/AAAAAAAAAvc/CDLb1rbJ0xY/s1600/DSCF0009+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519151631332402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfN1VN9DI/AAAAAAAAAvc/CDLb1rbJ0xY/s320/DSCF0009+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss #3: Splurge vs. Steal...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I'd go for this look if it were free! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boyshort&lt;/span&gt; bikini bottoms with heels and a jacket. Who thinks of this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfNQ54t_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JRXUPYN0xoU/s1600/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519141853018098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfNQ54t_I/AAAAAAAAAvM/JRXUPYN0xoU/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Miss #4: Dear Marie Claire, Just an FYI...no one wants a bathing suit that would leave a diagonal tan line across their belly. And if the item is "Price Upon Request" leave it out. We can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfM5NjLhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/yELIhkHW68A/s1600/DSCF0002+(2)b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464519135493041682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfM5NjLhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/yELIhkHW68A/s320/DSCF0002+(2)b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is why Marie Claire is successful. A little something for everyone. Whether you like thought provoking or mind numbing, it's in there. Just kidding...but really, who would wear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boyshorts&lt;/span&gt; with heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*all pics from my MC May magazine...and yes I'll still be reading in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/2225298926776508678-1698949938450560838?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1698949938450560838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/hitand-miss.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1698949938450560838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/1698949938450560838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/hitand-miss.html' title='Hit...and Miss'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9XfrfV10jI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2x4h1GsTeJU/s72-c/DSCF00012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-3167864637479147197</id><published>2010-04-25T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:23:20.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A Couple Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready to head out for a run, but I thought I'd share a couple happy thoughts of things I'm looking forward to...I love having things to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bug's Birthday this week! My baby will be 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mother's Day...I kinda blew this one because I asked the RedHead if my present could be some $ towards new running shoes (yeah, surprises aren't that important to me) and I accidentally on purpose went and got my shoes yesterday. In my defense I just went to look, but the store I went to does a whole analysis of your feet and how you walk so once I found them I couldn't resist buying them. Still looking forward to a special day with my wonderful family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The RedHead's birthday! He'll be 30 this year so I'm going to have to pull out a few tricks and make this birthday an extra special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A weekend with my App Girls! Woot Woot! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My first 5K (China Grove Main Street Challenge). My best bud, L, talked me into running it with her so I'm trying to get there. I know a 5K may not be much for avid runners, but it's a big deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us up to June 11. I've got a lot to look forward to these next 6 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2225298926776508678-3167864637479147197?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3167864637479147197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/couple-happy-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3167864637479147197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/3167864637479147197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/couple-happy-thoughts.html' title='A Couple Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-627508201931525398</id><published>2010-04-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:05:39.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five Friday'/><title type='text'>Top Five Friday...My way of venting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have started keeping one of my good friend's two precious little girls on Fridays. So from 7:30 to 3:30 I have 4 children (ages 4,3,2, and 1). The two littlest ones go down for nap at 1:00 and then about 1:30 her older daughter has a rest time for about an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leaves me with my Monkey to deal with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, he goes down for nap around 2:30 and sleeps until 5:00. Yes, at 4 years old he still sleeps 2 1/2 hours. We've tried, on occasion, to eliminate the nap, but only with hell to pay later that evening. So...last week I tried to let him only "rest" but later that evening while I was out I received a video text from the RedHead showing Monkey pitching an Oscar worthy tantrum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan for today was to put him in the playroom (the only room left once you're trying to separate 4 kids) to nap. Well, he was completely quiet, but when I went to check on him about 45 min later he was wide awake. No nap today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the Top 5 Reasons My Monkey Can't Give Up His Nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5. He has needed 3 snacks, 2 cups of milk, and 1 cup of juice in a 2 hour period. Comfort food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. I had to hear him whine about "forgetting" to play with a fishing pole toy at their house. He saw it, he forgot to play with it, he whined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3. Exhaustion quickly went from whining to anger. I was now responsible for not telling him to play with the toy. And when I tried to comfort him with a hug, he hugged back...just a little too tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. His mood was catching. The Bug is not one to be left out, so she started cranking out her own fuss (even though she had a solid 2 hour nap). One fussy child is bad, two is too many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. After I quarantined him to my bedroom to watch toons until his father came home, I found him like this. *&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463456763506503474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9IY-tKCrzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3fehXSb4wU4/s400/DSCF0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5:45 pm. Tonight's gonna be a long one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't worry. I removed the balloon from his mouth before I left the room. You have to be some kind of tired if you fall asleep while blowing up a balloon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/49752955B84CEED4A3066CF5510F3406.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/39/BF4B27895BB6E326263DAE322F154376.png" /&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/2225298926776508678-627508201931525398?l=musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/feeds/627508201931525398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-five-fridaymy-way-of-venting.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/627508201931525398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2225298926776508678/posts/default/627508201931525398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofasouthernbellemama.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-five-fridaymy-way-of-venting.html' title='Top Five Friday...My way of venting'/><author><name>Southern Belle Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14936819349069877478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/TEiCPmRUzNI/AAAAAAAABBo/m9Lv6G_5OEM/S220/01434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9IY-tKCrzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3fehXSb4wU4/s72-c/DSCF0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2225298926776508678.post-8527624179594167757</id><published>2010-04-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:24:50.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boot Camp'/><title type='text'>Boot Camp Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9CTyilHQhI/AAAAAAAAAus/GQl6uYI-5wA/s1600/bootcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463028844485624338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NFKEHKZ60V4/S9CTyilHQhI/AAAAAAAAAus/GQl6uYI-5wA/s320/bootcamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I completed my third week of Boot Camp. Last week I complained about my lack of patience and desire to see immediate results, and I resolved to just keep going and surely the results would reveal themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guess what, I was right! Today was measuring day and with today's measurements I am down 6 inches from last week...with a total of 9.5 in. lost. So my exercise and nutritional choices are paying off. Under advisement from our instructor, I am not focusing on the weight lost because lbs lost doesn't necessarily mean a change in how things look in the mirror (and I'm only looking to lose about 5 lbs total). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also stealing &lt;a href="http://neelysdietandworkouts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neely's idea to start a fitness blog&lt;/a&gt;; although her's will be more informative to her readers, while mine is more of just a diary for me to track my progress. I think it will be helpful to be able to look back if I hit a plateau and see what I did the week when I saw change so I can use some of those exercises again. Boot Camp is 
