<?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-37035278</id><updated>2011-10-08T21:45:22.825-05:00</updated><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Towing Cars'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Allergies'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Ribbons'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Razorbacks'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Interstates'/><category term='SEC Championship'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='Scrapbooking'/><category term='Organization'/><category term='Sizzix'/><category term='Maisy'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='chores'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Gap'/><category term='Robin'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='US Weekly'/><category term='Presents'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>469</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1625180934910515506</id><published>2010-06-10T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:40:06.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time's A Charm.</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite people in the whole world, Courtney, just got married to Pete, another one of my favorite people in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met at my TV station a little over 3 years ago &amp;amp; got married about 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months before Courtney moved to Arkansas, she ended her engagement to her boyfriend of 6 years. She wasn't really looking for love...&amp;amp; she explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I called off my wedding in the fall of 2006, I actually had a friend say to me, "you know, it takes half the amount of time you were with your ex to get over your ex." Um, I wasn't liking that. I was with my ex for 6 years, did that mean I had to bench myself for 36 months before I was ready to jump back in?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I met Pete about six months after I called it quits with my ex. I had gone on a few blind dates in those months and entertained a few worthless flirtations, but I wasn't ready for a relationship until I met him. As our courtship got going in earnest, I started to worry that it was too soon to dive into something serious, but the only thing holding me back was what I had been told, not what I was feeling. As soon as I gave in and let my heart do the driving, it was like throwing open the curtains and letting the sun in. So ladies, trust me... and just trust your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, friends...please welcome Courtney to the wonderful world of blogging! I know you'll love her just as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to her blog: &lt;a href="http://secondtimesacharm-courtney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Second Time's a Charm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-1625180934910515506?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1625180934910515506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1625180934910515506&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1625180934910515506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1625180934910515506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-times-charm.html' title='Second Time&apos;s A Charm.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-835007675118603023</id><published>2010-05-13T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:28:25.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy 8's.</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Shanna at &lt;a href="http://keepinupwiththemoodys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moody Musings&lt;/a&gt; to take part in Crazy 8's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your photos files and select the 8th photo folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Select the 8th photo in that folder/album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post that photo along with the story behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S-wLA-INrxI/AAAAAAAAEvg/dlcS4Bs84XY/s1600/8th+pic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470759758653665042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S-wLA-INrxI/AAAAAAAAEvg/dlcS4Bs84XY/s200/8th+pic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's my niece, Riley &amp;amp; Matt. This was Matt's 32nd birthday celebration in October 2008. We had our families over to our house for his birthday dinner. My niece LOVES to help open gifts &amp;amp; she LOVES her "Mop" (what she calls Matt.)  I love this picture of them both. Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I need to tag 8 bloggers now... (which I will do shortly...so please...check back soon...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-835007675118603023?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/835007675118603023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=835007675118603023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/835007675118603023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/835007675118603023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-8s.html' title='Crazy 8&apos;s.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S-wLA-INrxI/AAAAAAAAEvg/dlcS4Bs84XY/s72-c/8th+pic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7513021963492744907</id><published>2010-04-24T21:13:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:07:55.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet K*ris Allen!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Rwanda with TOMS shoes &amp;amp; Bridge2Rwanda in late March, early April to hand out shoes to kids who are in desparate need. After that trip, he flew home to Arkansas to participate in TOMS Barefoot Bash &amp;amp; "A Day Without Shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, April 7th, he spoke about his trip at Heifer International's &lt;em&gt;Barefoot Bash&lt;/em&gt;. A bunch of my friends (the ones I've met over Twitter) &amp;amp; I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;K*ris &amp;amp; his friend/band mate, Cale, performed 3 songs: "Live Like We're Dying", "Man in the Mirror" &amp;amp; "Send Me All Your Angels."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards, he greeted fans &amp;amp; took pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9JarKdWMoI/AAAAAAAAEtI/BvdQ5X0EFeE/s1600/25848_414476350803_620550803_5578564_2139808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463528995542151810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9JarKdWMoI/AAAAAAAAEtI/BvdQ5X0EFeE/s200/25848_414476350803_620550803_5578564_2139808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9DhdiPLcSI/AAAAAAAAEs4/47-Cv9lTZ98/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463114245523337506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9DhdiPLcSI/AAAAAAAAEs4/47-Cv9lTZ98/s200/untitled4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Dfl6XSlfI/AAAAAAAAErw/bQcr9FKn4CI/s1600/25848_414476315803_620550803_5578559_89479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463112190415508978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Dfl6XSlfI/AAAAAAAAErw/bQcr9FKn4CI/s200/25848_414476315803_620550803_5578559_89479_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/1M21Y"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&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;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/1M21Y" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/RUTRH"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&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;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/RUTRH" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/59AWR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&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;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/59AWR" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Ol9lFXTpI/AAAAAAAAEuo/hyBWVJHvzpI/s1600/kris+allen+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893250275757714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Ol9lFXTpI/AAAAAAAAEuo/hyBWVJHvzpI/s200/kris+allen+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Ol9GCkViI/AAAAAAAAEug/mXQI6e-DObI/s1600/kris+allen+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463893241942529570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9Ol9GCkViI/AAAAAAAAEug/mXQI6e-DObI/s200/kris+allen+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, I think I finally feel comfortable enough to tell you guys what I've been wanting to tell you for almost a year now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm doing K*ris' American Idol scrapbook!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(And, if I'm being honest, I actually met K*ris the night before this event at his parents house. But, I don't feel comfortable blogging about that. Not because it wasn't FABULOUS...because it was. It's just that when this all started, I promised his mama that I would keep any conversations, meetings, etc private.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will tell you this. My life is so much different now than it was this time last year. A good different. A kind of different I could never have imagined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7513021963492744907?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7513021963492744907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7513021963492744907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7513021963492744907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7513021963492744907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S9JarKdWMoI/AAAAAAAAEtI/BvdQ5X0EFeE/s72-c/25848_414476350803_620550803_5578564_2139808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8824469641163183325</id><published>2010-04-12T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:50:13.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Danny Gokey. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I guess the title of this post is wrong. I guess you can't really "meet" someone after you've already "met" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Laurie &amp;amp; I took a last-minute trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tunica&lt;/span&gt; on March 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to see Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gokey&lt;/span&gt; perform at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bluesville&lt;/span&gt;, a club inside Horseshoe Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left my house at 3:30pm, got to the casino at 6:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started at 8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended at 9:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood around &amp;amp; talked to Danny &amp;amp; some other people til 11:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back on the road home around 11:30pm &amp;amp; pulled into my garage at 2:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy night, but SO MUCH FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there, I met one of my Twitter friends, Lisa, who had front row seats. Her husband was kind enough to switch seats with me for one song, so I could take some good pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P7XwKumlI/AAAAAAAAEpM/SIGfVYpWGJU/s1600/danny+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979959161264722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P7XwKumlI/AAAAAAAAEpM/SIGfVYpWGJU/s200/danny+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just LOVE him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P6PK67OqI/AAAAAAAAEpE/xitVpGeP4aY/s1600/danny+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454978712212290210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P6PK67OqI/AAAAAAAAEpE/xitVpGeP4aY/s200/danny+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P71Ncg4hI/AAAAAAAAEpU/2RDyVQU7Juw/s1600/danny+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454980465236697618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P71Ncg4hI/AAAAAAAAEpU/2RDyVQU7Juw/s200/danny+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my seat...which were actually really good seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QGXf3LZWI/AAAAAAAAEps/3GfWl7i_0NQ/s1600/danny+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992049412203874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QGXf3LZWI/AAAAAAAAEps/3GfWl7i_0NQ/s200/danny+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Danny after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P82OnId9I/AAAAAAAAEpc/9OJ_OcsqV94/s1600/danny+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454981582241167314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P82OnId9I/AAAAAAAAEpc/9OJ_OcsqV94/s200/danny+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHFjglEaI/AAAAAAAAEp8/uL15cEYSp2I/s1600/danny+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992840665141666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHFjglEaI/AAAAAAAAEp8/uL15cEYSp2I/s200/danny+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny signing autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHE8WHrQI/AAAAAAAAEp0/HsO688ftED4/s1600/danny+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992830152289538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHE8WHrQI/AAAAAAAAEp0/HsO688ftED4/s200/danny+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my Twitter friend, Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHmY-7iHI/AAAAAAAAEqE/mirI5wd7-GY/s1600/danny+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993404775336050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7QHmY-7iHI/AAAAAAAAEqE/mirI5wd7-GY/s200/danny+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Brandon (one of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bandmates&lt;/span&gt;, who likes to blink when the camera flash goes off.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8824469641163183325?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8824469641163183325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8824469641163183325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8824469641163183325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8824469641163183325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/03/meeting-danny-gokey-again.html' title='Meeting Danny Gokey. Again.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S7P7XwKumlI/AAAAAAAAEpM/SIGfVYpWGJU/s72-c/danny+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6048504562122391955</id><published>2010-03-07T21:27:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:39:31.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Ann, Reba &amp; George...5 Hours of Entertainment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RwiKKhyVI/AAAAAAAAEoA/12eAIt_aOkc/s1600-h/concert+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101581544147282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RwiKKhyVI/AAAAAAAAEoA/12eAIt_aOkc/s200/concert+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, I went to see Lee Ann Womack, Reba &amp;amp; George Strait with two of my friends from work (Shannon &amp;amp; Sonseeahray.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a BLAST! All 3 were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RwjXlRUhI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/22BEjkg117Q/s1600-h/concert+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101602325844498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RwjXlRUhI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/22BEjkg117Q/s200/concert+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5Rwi0PRzuI/AAAAAAAAEoI/qjVSsPmiT0U/s1600-h/concert+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101592838360802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5Rwi0PRzuI/AAAAAAAAEoI/qjVSsPmiT0U/s200/concert+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5Rwjlx2eHI/AAAAAAAAEoY/tlwUBAkZtgs/s1600-h/concert+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101606136707186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5Rwjlx2eHI/AAAAAAAAEoY/tlwUBAkZtgs/s200/concert+108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyLXPmDJI/AAAAAAAAEoo/sGUyjjBdmzQ/s1600-h/concert+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103388941323410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyLXPmDJI/AAAAAAAAEoo/sGUyjjBdmzQ/s200/concert+116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyKxMjNyI/AAAAAAAAEog/ob_z4WkB7BE/s1600-h/concert+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103378728007458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyKxMjNyI/AAAAAAAAEog/ob_z4WkB7BE/s200/concert+114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyL6VhAXI/AAAAAAAAEow/GyVbKgkqfBo/s1600-h/concert+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103398361399666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyL6VhAXI/AAAAAAAAEow/GyVbKgkqfBo/s200/concert+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyMQleeVI/AAAAAAAAEo4/ULbYn2nVTt8/s1600-h/concert+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446103404333922642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RyMQleeVI/AAAAAAAAEo4/ULbYn2nVTt8/s200/concert+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/F9808"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/F9808" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/377D8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/377D8" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/0DBDA"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/0DBDA" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/11B95"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/11B95" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6048504562122391955?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6048504562122391955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6048504562122391955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6048504562122391955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6048504562122391955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/03/lee-ann-reba-george5-hours-of.html' title='Lee Ann, Reba &amp; George...5 Hours of Entertainment.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S5RwiKKhyVI/AAAAAAAAEoA/12eAIt_aOkc/s72-c/concert+091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5607606627534153117</id><published>2010-03-01T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:09:39.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Video's from Riley's 5th Birthday. Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/B8D82"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/B8D82" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/A6576"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/A6576" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5607606627534153117?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5607606627534153117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5607606627534153117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5607606627534153117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5607606627534153117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-videos-from-rileys-5th-birthday-enjoy.html' title='2 Video&apos;s from Riley&apos;s 5th Birthday. Enjoy.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5078194370835458034</id><published>2010-02-22T19:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:01:31.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Do y'all remember when I &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html"&gt;got to meet Danny Gokey&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll pause for a moment so that you familiarize yourself with the story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are you up to date now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so...after I interviewed him, he asked if I was on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, OF COURSE I'M ON TWITTER, DANNY GOKEY AND MY TWITTER NAME IS ROBINT1978 AND I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, no...I didn't really say those last 2 things. Seriously. I'm not THAT crazy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days later, I'm on Twitter &amp;amp; I see I have a new direct message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG IT'S FROM DANNY GOKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNY FREAKING GOKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MESSAGE TO ME FROM DANNY GOKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has that sunk it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, here's proof: (You KNOW I had to take a picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S4MvE4LnZbI/AAAAAAAAEnw/sINoC2t7UuQ/s1600-h/DANNY+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441244535640778162" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S4MvE4LnZbI/AAAAAAAAEnw/sINoC2t7UuQ/s200/DANNY+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See? A DM from Danny Gokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok...I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, only because I want y'all to watch these 2 commercials with the eTrade baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILL-FREAKING-LAIR-E-OUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch these video's at least 3 times a day. Especially if I'm stressed &amp;amp; need a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbLTl7egwlU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbLTl7egwlU&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mDm6iKH38C0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mDm6iKH38C0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5078194370835458034?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5078194370835458034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5078194370835458034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5078194370835458034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5078194370835458034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-random-stuff.html' title='Some Random Stuff.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S4MvE4LnZbI/AAAAAAAAEnw/sINoC2t7UuQ/s72-c/DANNY+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1727236607054466426</id><published>2010-02-18T19:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:49:33.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Designs Project.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S33tOxj15pI/AAAAAAAAEng/m8693AkKZbI/s1600-h/PIC-1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439764763011049106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S33tOxj15pI/AAAAAAAAEng/m8693AkKZbI/s200/PIC-1088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend, Melissa, asked me to design the invitations for her bridal shower in April. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;40 INVITES. As in like 4-0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She paid for the blank invites &amp;amp; is paying me $45 dollars ($15 in materials + $30 in labor.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm also going to do "schedule cards" for her bridesmaids for the day of the wedding (hair appointment times, picture times, etc) &amp;amp; little booklets for her out-of-town guests that explain what to do in Massachusetts. I have never done either of these projects, so I'm excited to see how it all turns out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-1727236607054466426?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1727236607054466426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1727236607054466426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1727236607054466426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1727236607054466426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-designs-project.html' title='New Designs Project.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S33tOxj15pI/AAAAAAAAEng/m8693AkKZbI/s72-c/PIC-1088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7886421566915744490</id><published>2010-02-14T19:39:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:15:11.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, More Snow &amp; Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8720232e3fdb837" 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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8720232e3fdb837%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF2ADFCE64C31628DBEE3465E43E44013E9AC447.85EC86936CFCFFC97B061E59841D269DF6B989AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8720232e3fdb837%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DizrH9_NLCyMHxYEHSuIp6EA3V4E&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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8720232e3fdb837%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF2ADFCE64C31628DBEE3465E43E44013E9AC447.85EC86936CFCFFC97B061E59841D269DF6B989AA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8720232e3fdb837%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DizrH9_NLCyMHxYEHSuIp6EA3V4E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's what the snow looked like on Thursday. (When you watch it, turn your volume up so you can hear my new FAVE song, "American Honey" by Lady Antebellum.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioAwTsxiI/AAAAAAAAEm4/p4h6H6fDJzM/s1600-h/snow+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438281280970868258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioAwTsxiI/AAAAAAAAEm4/p4h6H6fDJzM/s200/snow+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, here's a random snowman in downtown Little Rock (on Tuesday.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b86632b3fb35ca" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06b86632b3fb35ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A80CE8C27C619EFDAA23AB2130426564DDAE9A0.540A1FE636696DBE0636F5968A053C9EE30CAF18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b86632b3fb35ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHVYkzqWFCIhSvNdZN1fmJAeFL20&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D06b86632b3fb35ca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A80CE8C27C619EFDAA23AB2130426564DDAE9A0.540A1FE636696DBE0636F5968A053C9EE30CAF18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b86632b3fb35ca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHVYkzqWFCIhSvNdZN1fmJAeFL20&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another snow video from Thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3imiIBSvqI/AAAAAAAAEmo/1TFPhLLapCk/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438279655248543394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3imiIBSvqI/AAAAAAAAEmo/1TFPhLLapCk/s200/vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I were NOT supposed to give each other gifts on Valentine's Day. You probably won't believe me when I say I don't really care too much for the holiday. I don't need flowers that cost $60 dollars or a dinner that costs $75. I'm not saying those of you who do like that stuff are wrong...it's just not me. I would rather spend the $60 dollars on new clothes or save it to help pay for a weekend away. However, my husband is the sweetest &amp;amp; took it to heart when I mentioned I'd rather have new clothes. When I woke up this morning, I found the above present on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438279662039004338" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3imihUQ9LI/AAAAAAAAEmw/pDIF1eZUmFs/s200/new+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this shirt from American Eagle. Too cute! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioBg7jBXI/AAAAAAAAEnA/tEanZTHSFdI/s1600-h/snow+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438281294022903154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioBg7jBXI/AAAAAAAAEnA/tEanZTHSFdI/s200/snow+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, instead of that fancy dinner, I bought some pork chops at Walmart for $6 &amp;amp; we cooked dinner together at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c6c104487f4194b" 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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c6c104487f4194b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D796D20385B066E49B441FE4660CF5481B2D6F5EB.167A5A7DD218204EF3096B69552429BCFF28BC67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c6c104487f4194b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCKVbabsMTtNa7AgG7I3D_bFM2U&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://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c6c104487f4194b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875036%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D796D20385B066E49B441FE4660CF5481B2D6F5EB.167A5A7DD218204EF3096B69552429BCFF28BC67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c6c104487f4194b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTCKVbabsMTtNa7AgG7I3D_bFM2U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also snowed again today. Here's a quick :03 second video of it. I know....it's not like you haven't ever seen snow. But, humor me &amp;amp; watch it anyway. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioYibO4XI/AAAAAAAAEnI/7kWVT49_w6E/s1600-h/2010-02-14-58134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438281689561227634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioYibO4XI/AAAAAAAAEnI/7kWVT49_w6E/s200/2010-02-14-58134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a webcam &amp;amp; been a "member" of Skype for over a year now, but I never used it until today. (I guess because most of my family is here in Arkansas, so I haven't reallly had a reason to use it...however, &lt;a href="http://granderson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Tiffany&lt;/a&gt;, if you're reading this...I think you guys have a webcam. Now that I know how to use mine, let's talk...I would love to see Emma &amp;amp; baby Drew.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used mine to talk to my friend, &lt;a href="http://theblochfamilytx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa&lt;/a&gt;. I'm about 8 years older than her &amp;amp; I've known her all her life. In fact, she was my first babysitting job. I was 10 &amp;amp; she was 2. I made $6.25 for 6 hours &amp;amp; 15 minutes. I still remember Anita (her mom) counting out the dollars &amp;amp; handing them to me. I thought I was rich! Back then, $6.25 actually went pretty far! And, to a 10 year old, that was pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7886421566915744490?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7886421566915744490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7886421566915744490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7886421566915744490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7886421566915744490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-more-snow-valentines-day.html' title='Snow, More Snow &amp; Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3ioAwTsxiI/AAAAAAAAEm4/p4h6H6fDJzM/s72-c/snow+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1860165580748088436</id><published>2010-02-11T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:57:25.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG SNOW GO AWAY.</title><content type='html'>We're on DAY FOUR of snow that fell on MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interstate's are are mostly dry, except for the on/exit ramps &amp;amp; bridges. There are still slick spots. Plus, the snow that's melting is then turning into thin sheets of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighborhood is still CRAPPY.  The snow is FROZEN...like you-think-it-might-puncture-your-tire-when-you-drive-over-it frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are areas around my neighborhood that don't get a lot of sunlight &amp;amp; NOTHING has melted...the snow is still 6-8 inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowpeople that were built on Monday are still perfectly in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as I type this, we're waiting on more snow to come in overnight....at least another inch or so. PLUS, MORE SNOW ON SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three snowfalls in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually mind the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can plan for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, one of our meteorologists was AT OUR HOUSE for a Super Bowl party &amp;amp; he assured us we'd only get rain. ONLY GET RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I woke up at 3am to go to the bathroom, looked out the window &amp;amp; saw about 1 or 2 inches of snow on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up a few hours later, I immediately turned the TV on us...to watch the weather. I'm told we're just going to get snow &amp;amp; maybe another couple of inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can drive on snow.  I'm not worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I go to work, where it promptly starts snowing VERY LARGE FLAKES &amp;amp; very fast. Then, it starts raining. And, the rain starts freezing on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest weather data comes out &amp;amp; it predicts we're going to 10-12 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I start to freak out because Maisy is at home by herself. If it keeps snowing &amp;amp; raining &amp;amp; FREEZING ON THE ROADS OMG, we can't get home to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, had we known this was going to happen, we would taken her to Matt's mom's house, in case we had to stay overnight in a hotel (it's happened before...remember Christmas of 2000?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE THOUGHT WE WERE ONLY TO GET RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's bad out there when Matt comes in &amp;amp; says, "Wow. It's almost undrivable out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 or so, it stops snowing/raining &amp;amp; we start to see a little melting going on. Enough to where I feel pretty confident that I can drive home after my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do okay...only feeling myself fish-tail once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it all the way home, only to get stuck in my driveway. (See picture in previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thankfully, Matt &amp;amp; I both made it home safely to Maisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Maisy, this dog HATES THE SNOW TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't walk in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of it are frozen, so she can actually walk on TOP of it, but some spots are soft &amp;amp; her little paws fall right through. I have been so scared that she's going to break a leg or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared an area for her, but she does use it? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we'll see what tonight &amp;amp; Sunday bring...hopefully Old Man Winter will STAY AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-1860165580748088436?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1860165580748088436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1860165580748088436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1860165580748088436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1860165580748088436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-snow-go-away.html' title='OMG SNOW GO AWAY.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5322283927331852834</id><published>2010-02-08T12:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:50:27.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3BYp_jbC0I/AAAAAAAAEmA/mPA93BhSCqo/s1600-h/ATT00001[1]..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435942228694076226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3BYp_jbC0I/AAAAAAAAEmA/mPA93BhSCqo/s200/ATT00001%5B1%5D..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So. We're getting A LOT of snow right now in Arkansas. We could get 10-15 inches of it before tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else is out playing in the first REAL SNOWFALL in at least 20+ years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DaqxCsJ7I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/VmmsncS2Brg/s1600-h/snow+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085178490169266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DaqxCsJ7I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/VmmsncS2Brg/s200/snow+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made it all the way home, only to get stuck in the driveway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DarZbYsbI/AAAAAAAAEmY/0gCjAgnnFAA/s1600-h/snow+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085189331169714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DarZbYsbI/AAAAAAAAEmY/0gCjAgnnFAA/s200/snow+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost 6 inches in the front yard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DaruvaUmI/AAAAAAAAEmg/p1gsUGm_jwg/s1600-h/snow+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436085195052307042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3DaruvaUmI/AAAAAAAAEmg/p1gsUGm_jwg/s200/snow+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maisy just wants to eat the snow.&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/37035278-5322283927331852834?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5322283927331852834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5322283927331852834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5322283927331852834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5322283927331852834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S3BYp_jbC0I/AAAAAAAAEmA/mPA93BhSCqo/s72-c/ATT00001%5B1%5D..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5872441072634022757</id><published>2010-02-07T10:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:35:02.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update.</title><content type='html'>So, I guess it's been about a month since I last blogged, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I've put my blog on the back burner because it's because of this that I've been able to meet so many new people &amp;amp; do so many new &amp;amp; fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about blogging everyday, but by the time I have time to sit down &amp;amp; do it, it's 10:30 at night &amp;amp; I'M SO TIRED CAN'T I JUST GO TO BED ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new goal is to take 5 to 10 minutes each night (or every other night) to blog...whether it's just a picture or an observation or something funny I want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That starts NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know what a huge K*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt; Allen fan I am, right? (And, I am currently working on a very special project for/with him that I'll tell you more about later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his wife, Katy, is starring in a new web series called, &lt;a href="http://www.thebloodstonediaries.com/"&gt;"The Bloodstone Diaries"&lt;/a&gt;. The pilot episode premiered at a local bar last month &amp;amp; I was able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vuf7dL8I/AAAAAAAAElU/AmO94BbHF3s/s1600-h/bloodstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435545382406664130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vuf7dL8I/AAAAAAAAElU/AmO94BbHF3s/s200/bloodstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Carole, Katy, Risa &amp;amp; me. Carole &amp;amp; Risa are two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt; fans that I met via Twitter. We all live in Arkansas &amp;amp; we all went to the premier together (Risa knows Katy's mom...they used to work together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vveV4UbI/AAAAAAAAElk/0XHu5DpGI5I/s1600-h/misc+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435545399160492466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vveV4UbI/AAAAAAAAElk/0XHu5DpGI5I/s200/misc+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The opening scene in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;webisode&lt;/span&gt; was filmed in a local restaurant called "Bobby's Cafe." After we saw the premiere, Carole, Risa &amp;amp; I made a date to have lunch there. AND GET OUR PICTURE MADE WITH THE BOBBY'S SIGN IN THE BACKGROUND OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole, Risa &amp;amp; I have formed an awesome friendship that goes deeper than just being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt; fans! It just proves that friendship knows no age limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big thing that's happened to me is I'm now the Morning Manager for &lt;a href="http://www.ainow.org/"&gt;American Idol Now or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AINow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a website solely devoted to American Idol. And, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just kind of happened &amp;amp; not many people know about it (to my family members who are reading this: SURPRISE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I GOT TO MEET DANNY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GOKEY&lt;/span&gt;. He was a Top 3 finalist on this past season of American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TV station has a partnership with some local radio stations...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KSSN&lt;/span&gt; being one of them. I was in the room when our promotions manager asked my boss if we could cover a private concert with Danny. YES WE CAN. AND, I'LL VOLUNTEER TO DO THE INTERVIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photographer &amp;amp; I got there kinda early, so they let us be in the "booth" with Danny, while the DJ interviewed him live. We got to hear Danny &amp;amp; his band sing 2 songs live on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27v-4-NHHI/AAAAAAAAEls/A13lS3Ex7vg/s1600-h/dannyagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435545664006986866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27v-4-NHHI/AAAAAAAAEls/A13lS3Ex7vg/s200/dannyagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Afterwards, I interviewed Danny AND THEN GOT MY PICTURE MADE WITH HIM DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vu16GwDI/AAAAAAAAElc/wjOzA8bJKoY/s1600-h/me+%26+danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435545388306579506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vu16GwDI/AAAAAAAAElc/wjOzA8bJKoY/s200/me+%26+danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn't initially cover this for the website, but I did end up writing an article about it &amp;amp; posting the interview I did with Danny (thanks to my sweet husband who helped edit the video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read &amp;amp; listen &lt;a href="http://www.ainow.org/index.php/tidbits/2000-danny-gokeys-debut-album-press-tour-continues"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this post has been all about AMERICAN IDOL. My life is not all about AI, I promise, although after reading this, that might be hard to believe. But, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5872441072634022757?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5872441072634022757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5872441072634022757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5872441072634022757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5872441072634022757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='An Update.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/S27vuf7dL8I/AAAAAAAAElU/AmO94BbHF3s/s72-c/bloodstone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2460441504185348821</id><published>2010-01-01T19:30:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:14:44.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Share Videos.</title><content type='html'>One of my Christmas gifts from Matt was a FlipShare camera. I had been hinting for one for a few months &amp;amp; much to my surprise, he actually listens to me because I got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love it because it has TWO HOURS of recording time &amp;amp; the USB port flips out &amp;amp; plugs right into my laptop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, it downloads super fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I brought my camera with me to dinner with my &lt;a href="http://granderson.blogspot.com/"&gt;stepbrother, his wife &amp;amp; daughter&lt;/a&gt; who came to visit us a few days after Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emma, who's almost 4 &amp;amp; absolutely ADORABLE took these videos with my Flip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Tiffany: We had a great time with y'all at dinner &amp;amp; really enjoyed watching Emma &amp;amp; hearing her sweet little voice! We're also very excited about baby Drew's arrival!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6953201064f77a1d" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=355007867125983200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/355007867125983200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/355007867125983200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SzpCdi6v04I/AAAAAAAAEi0/vJChGaV4b3s/s72-c/presents+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3992474566301171184</id><published>2009-12-04T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:24:22.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened Over Thanksgiving Break.</title><content type='html'>The day after Thanksgiving, around 11:10pm at night, Matt &amp;amp; I were sitting on the couch playing Super Mario Bro's for Wii (which is super fun, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the reflection of a red light flashing through the glass in our front door. I got up &amp;amp; went into our guest bedroom to look out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, FLAMES ARE SHOOTING UP OVER THE TREES IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at Matt: "A HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was kidding, so he came in to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he goes: "GET IN THE CAR!" (He drives a company car with a camera &amp;amp; even though we were on vacation, he knew that our TV station would want this video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, we're still not even sure what house is burning...if it's in our neighborhood or if it's a house across the street from our neighborhood entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, it was the house DIRECTLY across from the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled up, the firefighters (from 4 different departments) were just setting up the big hoses to try to get control of the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was shooting video &amp;amp; I stood around watching the fire with about 10 other people from our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was inside the house. (But, I found out later, that the home owner's dog died in the fire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who lived in the house actually died that morning after spending 2 weeks in the hospital. Her son lives in a trailer behind the house, but he wasn't there when the fire started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, no...as far as we know, the fire isn't suspicious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures from Matt's phone, so the quality isn't very good, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a house fire before &amp;amp; I hope I never see another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SxmgZaHCyBI/AAAAAAAAEic/W-oiG2_Wcrs/s1600-h/fire6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411532785628399634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SxmgZaHCyBI/AAAAAAAAEic/W-oiG2_Wcrs/s200/fire6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SxmgZMDucCI/AAAAAAAAEiU/_XvCsiyAEpA/s1600-h/fire+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411532781856387106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SxmgZMDucCI/AAAAAAAAEiU/_XvCsiyAEpA/s200/fire+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's a shot of all the firefighters &amp;amp; trucks that were there to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Updated: To see the story our TV station did on the fire, click &lt;a href="http://arkansasmatters.com/content/news/fulltext?cid=274622"&gt;here&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/37035278-3992474566301171184?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3992474566301171184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3992474566301171184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3992474566301171184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3992474566301171184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-over-thanksgiving-break.html' title='What Happened Over Thanksgiving Break.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SxmgZaHCyBI/AAAAAAAAEic/W-oiG2_Wcrs/s72-c/fire6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1108818727215646519</id><published>2009-11-22T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:16:45.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend 2010.</title><content type='html'>You in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24-27th, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville, Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there are about 15 girls going. We know enough about each other's personal lives from blogs, facebook &amp;amp; twitter that we decided it's time to meet, face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to join us, go to our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#/group.php?gid=176792221772"&gt;facebook group&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ALSO, PLEASE GO &lt;a href="http://eventful.com/performers/adam-kris-allison-/P0-001-000216224-2/competitions?ev_partner=1134&amp;amp;ev_campaign=AKA&amp;amp;ev_channel=twitter_generic"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; VOTE FOR LITTLE ROCK. You guys know big of a K*ris Allen fan I am &amp;amp; right now, we're only ahead of NYC by 300 votes. At one point, we were ahead by 500. Thanks!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-1108818727215646519?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1108818727215646519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1108818727215646519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1108818727215646519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1108818727215646519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-weekend-2010.html' title='Girls Weekend 2010.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2767087722948710295</id><published>2009-11-08T19:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:32:24.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Matt plays softball with a group of guys on Tuesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically the season's over, but because so many games were rained out in October, they've been making games up by pretty much playing every week night for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to most of the games because they're usually at 8:30pm &amp;amp; for me, that's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, he left our house around 7:45pm for his game. At 8:40, our phone rings. But, it's a number I don't recognize, so I didn't answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caller didn't leave a message, so I figured he or she had the wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 minutes later, the phone rings again &amp;amp; it's Matt's number on caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered &amp;amp; our friend, Paul, says "Hey Robin. It's Paul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "What happened? Where is he? Is he okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul tells me that Matt got hit in the face with a softball, but for me not to panic because there was a nurse in the dugout with him stopping the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID BLEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says he doesn't think Matt can drive &amp;amp; probably needs stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off the phone with Paul, run around the house turning lights off, put on some real clothes &amp;amp; pack a bag for Matt (he was wearing his softball clothes, so I packed him some pants &amp;amp; a shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw Maisy outside &amp;amp; tell her to pee FAST. Thankfully, she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting lost once, I finally get to the softball field at 9:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul had stayed with Matt til I got there, so we thank him &amp;amp; then we head to the ER, where Matt's mom is waiting (I called her on my way to pick him up from the field because at that point, I didn't know how bad his injury was...if he was going to need surgery or something, I didn't want to be alone. And, he's her son, so I figured she's probably want to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his face is still bleeding, the staff moves quickly getting Matt through triage &amp;amp; into a "room" to get stitched up. At this point, his poor face is swelling up pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, the people we're sharing a "room" with are a mom &amp;amp; her teenage daughter...who has swine flu AND mono! Yay. Not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the doctor comes in to stitch Matt up. Six stitches total. The doctor numbed him up first, but Matt said he could feel the 6th stitch go in. He says if he needed a 7th, he was going to make the doctor numb him again. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he gets a tetanus shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by a CT scan to make sure nothing's broken in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, no fractures or broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get home around 1:00am and crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides a little light sensitivity, a black eye, 6 stitches, some swelling, he's okay. And, that's all that matters. It could have been A LOT worse (don't get me wrong, it was bad, but the ball could have hit his eye or worse...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he wasn't telling me the truth about the amount of pain he was in on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday because I think he thought if he told me how bad it actually hurt, I would tell him to stay home from work. He didn't want to stay home because he was shooting football both those days &amp;amp; he LOVES shooting football. There's no way he was going to skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though, I think the pain is gone, but he is really sore still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can take his stitches out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, HE WANTS TO PLAY SOFTBALL ON TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought some protective clear glasses today so that I would feel better about him playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd0unFPHOI/AAAAAAAAEh0/kX2U_TphfkA/s1600-h/matt+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401914622167948514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd0unFPHOI/AAAAAAAAEh0/kX2U_TphfkA/s200/matt+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The injury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd0uT1MN2I/AAAAAAAAEhs/flMucicbZDY/s1600-h/stitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401914617000376162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd0uT1MN2I/AAAAAAAAEhs/flMucicbZDY/s200/stitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd03x_RkaI/AAAAAAAAEiE/Ltb_fJJRmTg/s1600-h/Mary%27s+birthday+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401914779714556322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd03x_RkaI/AAAAAAAAEiE/Ltb_fJJRmTg/s200/Mary%27s+birthday+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it looked Saturday night.  Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2767087722948710295?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2767087722948710295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2767087722948710295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2767087722948710295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2767087722948710295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Svd0unFPHOI/AAAAAAAAEh0/kX2U_TphfkA/s72-c/matt+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-538688254311312906</id><published>2009-11-03T18:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:26:11.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where's the Bathroom?"</title><content type='html'>Every year at the state fair, my TV station has a booth for people to come &amp;amp; "do the weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, every year, everyone in the newsroom is asked to volunteer for at least 1 3-hour shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Matt &amp;amp; I would rather get &lt;em&gt;root canals&lt;/em&gt; than go to the state fair, we suck it up &amp;amp; do our volunteer duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We do not like the fair because several years ago, when we were dating, we went to the fair together &amp;amp; rode the "spider"...at the end of each "leg" is the little car thingy that you sit in. The car thing spins around &amp;amp; around, as does the spider "body" that the "legs" are attached to. When the ride started, we were like "wheeee...this is fun"...AND THEN IT WAS FUN NO LONGER. It started spinning so fast, that both Matt &amp;amp; I were yelling at the guy to STOP THIS RIDE. We got so dizzy &amp;amp; so nauseous...that right then I vowed to never ride a ride again. You guys, it was AWFUL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why we prefer not to go to the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in October (2007), we worked our shift on a Saturday or Sunday, I can't remember. Well, a few nights later, Matt &amp;amp; I were asleep in bed &amp;amp; I started dreaming that we were at the fair (it's bad enough that I have to go to the fair...now I have to dream about it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I had to go to the bathroom.  BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my dream (or at least I thought I was still dreaming), I asked Matt where the bathroom was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that Matt says I sat up in bed, looked over at him &amp;amp; asked, "Hey! Where's the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt didn't know I thought I was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was fully awake, asking him where our bathroom was. In our room. The place I go to several times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he didn't know what was going on &amp;amp; he asked me to repeat my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he goes, "Um...right over there...the door is on that wall." And, pointed towards the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he was telling me where it was, I was starting to wake up &amp;amp; realized what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of embarrassed, I quickly said, "Oh, ok. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed, went to the bathroom &amp;amp; when I got back in bed, I told Matt about my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a loooooooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened two years ago &amp;amp; every once in a while, when we're laying in bed, Matt will roll over to me &amp;amp; sheepishly ask "Hey! Where's the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY GUY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-538688254311312906?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/538688254311312906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=538688254311312906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/538688254311312906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/538688254311312906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/11/wheres-bathroom.html' title='&quot;Where&apos;s the Bathroom?&quot;'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3883486436770131063</id><published>2009-10-28T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:06:25.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Up To.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really updated this blog in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good reason, except that I've been spending most of my time lately working on a few projects...one of which is BIG...HUGE...but, I can't tell you about it til I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, I'm not pregnant...that I know of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm still alive...just busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures to show you what's been going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujib4ME-3I/AAAAAAAAEhg/MuoLuUkg9pc/s1600-h/Tyler,+Texas+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397813121970928498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujib4ME-3I/AAAAAAAAEhg/MuoLuUkg9pc/s200/Tyler,+Texas+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our trip to Chicago, my sister, niece, nephew &amp;amp; I drove to Tyler, Texas to visit my aunt, uncle &amp;amp; cousins. We had a picnic in the park one day while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh6aVjOwI/AAAAAAAAEg4/DATnQ5BwUQI/s1600-h/melissa+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812547021912834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh6aVjOwI/AAAAAAAAEg4/DATnQ5BwUQI/s200/melissa+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to one of my best friends (we also worked together), who moved back home to Texas to help take her of her daddy, who has cancer. (He's going to be okay...thank God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh668zSFI/AAAAAAAAEhA/zX9TtfELN7Q/s1600-h/football+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812555776477266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh668zSFI/AAAAAAAAEhA/zX9TtfELN7Q/s200/football+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Matt's 33rd birthday...old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh7P8VCQI/AAAAAAAAEhI/Nfx8DI1pF1c/s1600-h/halloween+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812561411639554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh7P8VCQI/AAAAAAAAEhI/Nfx8DI1pF1c/s200/halloween+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisy dressed up as a turtle &amp;amp; was part of a pet Halloween costume fashion show for the TV station that I work for. She loved it. Not. But, she did make a very cute turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh7ZWXN1I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/CLCXtCiGUXY/s1600-h/Miley+Cyrus+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812563936753490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh7ZWXN1I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/CLCXtCiGUXY/s200/Miley+Cyrus+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister in law, my 2 niece's Suzanne &amp;amp; Madeline &amp;amp; I went to Miley Cyrus this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy &amp;amp; I may have been the only people over the age of 30 who actually enjoyed the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh76geXgI/AAAAAAAAEhY/OJNbSQnm_uo/s1600-h/Miley+Cyrus+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397812572837535234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujh76geXgI/AAAAAAAAEhY/OJNbSQnm_uo/s200/Miley+Cyrus+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Wendy (well, the girls) is a member of the Miley Cyrus Fan Club, she got to pre-order tickets. AND, WE GOT REALLY GOOD SEATS. See?&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/37035278-3883486436770131063?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3883486436770131063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3883486436770131063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3883486436770131063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3883486436770131063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Up To.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sujib4ME-3I/AAAAAAAAEhg/MuoLuUkg9pc/s72-c/Tyler,+Texas+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3741319703319774553</id><published>2009-10-15T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:34:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15, 2009.</title><content type='html'>July 7th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 15th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two WORST DAYS of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the dates Matt &amp;amp; I lost our babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our first loss, I was 11 weeks along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our second loss, I was 6 weeks along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;em&gt;Pregnancy &amp;amp; Infant Loss Remembrance Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on this day (well, really...EVERYDAY), I think about my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies that Matt &amp;amp; I created out of so much love &amp;amp; so much want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days after both miscarriages, I didn't want to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that I had to remind myself to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was so raw, that I thought I would never feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life never goes back to normal after you lose a child. You just learn a new normal...where your baby is never far from your thoughts or your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on this day, if you've ever lost a baby/child, I'm praying for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you are NOT alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-3741319703319774553?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3741319703319774553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3741319703319774553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3741319703319774553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3741319703319774553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15-2009.html' title='October 15, 2009.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7196747653210461009</id><published>2009-10-06T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:48:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago 2009.</title><content type='html'>Matt, our friend, Greg &amp;amp; I flew to Chicago at the start of September for 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TWO Cubs games, walked around Navy Pier, shopped along the Magnificent Mile &amp;amp; ate at lots of fun restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my friend, &lt;a href="http://babychanzilla.blogspot.com/?zx=ac50bfe4547f9833"&gt;Jenni&lt;/a&gt; (we went to junior high, high school &amp;amp; part of college together), whom I haven't seen in many years &amp;amp; meet her 2 year old son, Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see an old swimming buddy of mine &amp;amp; meet his beautiful wife &amp;amp; their 1 year old son, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I want the pictures to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKsL5GMjI/AAAAAAAAEgo/5XFZkxf-E0o/s1600-h/still+reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920552092480050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKsL5GMjI/AAAAAAAAEgo/5XFZkxf-E0o/s200/still+reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKrowJ_YI/AAAAAAAAEgg/gutHcNP14AE/s1600-h/ontheplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920542659739010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKrowJ_YI/AAAAAAAAEgg/gutHcNP14AE/s200/ontheplane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg took this. See me? Yep, still reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKeZlZ4YI/AAAAAAAAEf4/FbCDTbGNB8Y/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920315249811842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKeZlZ4YI/AAAAAAAAEf4/FbCDTbGNB8Y/s200/Chicago,+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Annnnnnnd&lt;/span&gt;, now we're in Chicago. After checking into our hotel, the next order of business was LUNCH...at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt;. I had a delicious turkey sandwich. But, at this point, dirt would have tasted good to me because I WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKgkja0LI/AAAAAAAAEgY/o19xDHHQ5Mc/s1600-h/lake+michigan%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920352554012850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKgkja0LI/AAAAAAAAEgY/o19xDHHQ5Mc/s200/lake+michigan%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we made our way (thanks to public transportation) to the Navy Pier. Here we are the end of the pier. Ocean Michigan is in the background. (Yes, I know it's LAKE Michigan, but it's huge...so we called it an ocean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKgK11NpI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/P8V7aebAJg0/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920345651918482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKgK11NpI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/P8V7aebAJg0/s200/Chicago,+2009+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the pier with the flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKftuZUSI/AAAAAAAAEgI/W9pS1FBk79M/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920337836101922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKftuZUSI/AAAAAAAAEgI/W9pS1FBk79M/s200/Chicago,+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me in front of Ocean Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKfCIfC6I/AAAAAAAAEgA/oJ6VvgSbJJE/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920326134369186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKfCIfC6I/AAAAAAAAEgA/oJ6VvgSbJJE/s200/Chicago,+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHKykuENI/AAAAAAAAEfI/U2bTzdjo0zM/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916679825559762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHKykuENI/AAAAAAAAEfI/U2bTzdjo0zM/s200/Chicago,+2009+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Greg on Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHKbriUqI/AAAAAAAAEfA/Ary4vAglwfo/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916673680134818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHKbriUqI/AAAAAAAAEfA/Ary4vAglwfo/s200/Chicago,+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were crazy. I asked if I could take my picture with them. The guy on the right said only if he could wear my purse. Um, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHJhVgmPI/AAAAAAAAEe4/0UvxHKbJXkM/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916658018490610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHJhVgmPI/AAAAAAAAEe4/0UvxHKbJXkM/s200/Chicago,+2009+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on the "El" making our way back to our hotel to get ready for dinner at Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caray's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHJEuJoUI/AAAAAAAAEew/DIvphTw6VrQ/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916650337214786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslHJEuJoUI/AAAAAAAAEew/DIvphTw6VrQ/s200/Chicago,+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caray's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFhKWSZSI/AAAAAAAAEeo/gnPAUlqZwpQ/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914865141343522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFhKWSZSI/AAAAAAAAEeo/gnPAUlqZwpQ/s200/Chicago,+2009+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFgTBgTOI/AAAAAAAAEeg/U2AFOICuORg/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914850290224354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFgTBgTOI/AAAAAAAAEeg/U2AFOICuORg/s200/Chicago,+2009+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me acting silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFf3frd0I/AAAAAAAAEeY/wqaYaKuFJOY/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914842900592450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFf3frd0I/AAAAAAAAEeY/wqaYaKuFJOY/s200/Chicago,+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's Sunday...we're at Wrigley Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFfTo1F7I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/Yago7g231j8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914833275295666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslFfTo1F7I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/Yago7g231j8/s200/Chicago,+2009+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me waiting for the game to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEIZvZYeI/AAAAAAAAEeI/jOEFKdtevhA/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913340264833506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEIZvZYeI/AAAAAAAAEeI/jOEFKdtevhA/s200/Chicago,+2009+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt caught a home run ball from practice. He &amp;amp; a 3-fingered man fought for it &amp;amp; Matt won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEF38KtvI/AAAAAAAAEd4/QUw_F6K7oTo/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913296831854322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEF38KtvI/AAAAAAAAEd4/QUw_F6K7oTo/s200/Chicago,+2009+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game started. Cubs won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEFL0CbHI/AAAAAAAAEdw/THy6lG2vKD8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913284986596466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslEFL0CbHI/AAAAAAAAEdw/THy6lG2vKD8/s200/Chicago,+2009+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC3-cniNI/AAAAAAAAEdo/WSSv0Gyuj8o/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911958548777170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC3-cniNI/AAAAAAAAEdo/WSSv0Gyuj8o/s200/Chicago,+2009+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd...plus people on the bleachers on top of the apartment buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC3Oj6G-I/AAAAAAAAEdg/i_e4y678w4c/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911945694452706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC3Oj6G-I/AAAAAAAAEdg/i_e4y678w4c/s200/Chicago,+2009+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were on the street outside Wrigley playing drums on empty buckets. They were very good. Do you see the little kid? He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC2hqDvpI/AAAAAAAAEdY/X6p7Kgy9ymU/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911933640654482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC2hqDvpI/AAAAAAAAEdY/X6p7Kgy9ymU/s200/Chicago,+2009+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are "riding" a bike to a bar by Wrigley to meet my swimming buddy, Jonathan &amp;amp; his family for a beer &amp;amp; appetizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC2Cvc32I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/VKF-FR_2FO8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911925341773666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslC2Cvc32I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/VKF-FR_2FO8/s200/Chicago,+2009+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBLVW-3NI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UN5tLpQHKwE/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910092093414610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBLVW-3NI/AAAAAAAAEdI/UN5tLpQHKwE/s200/Chicago,+2009+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are leaving the bar. Jonathan's son started running to the car, so Matt joined him. Ben was CRACKING UP at Matt. It was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBK3KHAfI/AAAAAAAAEdA/bayKmL8_3RY/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910083986358770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBK3KHAfI/AAAAAAAAEdA/bayKmL8_3RY/s200/Chicago,+2009+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ben, Jonathan &amp;amp; his wife, Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBJlMGBgI/AAAAAAAAEcw/aQ3cuKjEXNg/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388910061982975490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslBJlMGBgI/AAAAAAAAEcw/aQ3cuKjEXNg/s200/Chicago,+2009+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Monday, we met my friend, Jenni &amp;amp; her son, Parker at a really cool breakfast place for....BREAKFAST. Duh. It was so great to see Jenni again...but, 2 hours is not enough time to catch up! When Matt &amp;amp; I go back to Chicago, we'll have to hang out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_vy4e6iI/AAAAAAAAEco/p6o_hrk77Vo/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388908519470590498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_vy4e6iI/AAAAAAAAEco/p6o_hrk77Vo/s200/Chicago,+2009+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni gave us a ride to the Magnificent Mile. I thought this picture was cute because Matt &amp;amp; Parker are making the same face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_vDVzCPI/AAAAAAAAEcg/QvFJO_RDYI8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388908506708642034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_vDVzCPI/AAAAAAAAEcg/QvFJO_RDYI8/s200/Chicago,+2009+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mecca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_uV0fOKI/AAAAAAAAEcY/DRS8DCvyg_E/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388908494489335970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk_uV0fOKI/AAAAAAAAEcY/DRS8DCvyg_E/s200/Chicago,+2009+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk90X5X73I/AAAAAAAAEcI/xQK4HV_ej9w/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388906399102660466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk90X5X73I/AAAAAAAAEcI/xQK4HV_ej9w/s200/Chicago,+2009+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the plane? It's flying very low. Or at least we thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9zxria4I/AAAAAAAAEcA/yw-5pS2s3gM/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388906388844080002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9zxria4I/AAAAAAAAEcA/yw-5pS2s3gM/s200/Chicago,+2009+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9zPTYOSI/AAAAAAAAEb4/EYWOgbfYS5g/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388906379615942946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9zPTYOSI/AAAAAAAAEb4/EYWOgbfYS5g/s200/Chicago,+2009+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I fell on my face the night before. We were walking back to our hotel &amp;amp; I tripped. I caught myself on my hands, which hurt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9yt_FTUI/AAAAAAAAEbw/gKAyPtctPGQ/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388906370672446786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9yt_FTUI/AAAAAAAAEbw/gKAyPtctPGQ/s200/Chicago,+2009+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon/night...our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Cubs game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9x-4KLGI/AAAAAAAAEbo/zeVdxP4-EIk/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388906358026939490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk9x-4KLGI/AAAAAAAAEbo/zeVdxP4-EIk/s200/Chicago,+2009+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk79ZxrdxI/AAAAAAAAEbg/euag8crh2FE/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904355202823954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk79ZxrdxI/AAAAAAAAEbg/euag8crh2FE/s200/Chicago,+2009+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk78B6v6TI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/SIBGLdFGQLg/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904331618543922" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk78B6v6TI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/SIBGLdFGQLg/s200/Chicago,+2009+145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk77ZmNAnI/AAAAAAAAEbI/lVYiOAJlBb0/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904320794952306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk77ZmNAnI/AAAAAAAAEbI/lVYiOAJlBb0/s200/Chicago,+2009+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just liked this sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk76qK5KzI/AAAAAAAAEbA/CdioWUkYhMY/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388904308063939378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk76qK5KzI/AAAAAAAAEbA/CdioWUkYhMY/s200/Chicago,+2009+155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chicago Gay Men's Chorus sang the National Anthem &amp;amp; Vince Vaughn threw out the first pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk5xp3B_qI/AAAAAAAAEag/E0ukFFqSGq8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388901954338553506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk5xp3B_qI/AAAAAAAAEag/E0ukFFqSGq8/s200/Chicago,+2009+169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk38ywdmnI/AAAAAAAAEaY/1L24xISr3mQ/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388899946682227314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk38ywdmnI/AAAAAAAAEaY/1L24xISr3mQ/s200/Chicago,+2009+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game. The Cubs won again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk38GwzP4I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/SGoBXGELOK8/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388899934872485762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk38GwzP4I/AAAAAAAAEaQ/SGoBXGELOK8/s200/Chicago,+2009+174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teams shaking hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk37Ybyv9I/AAAAAAAAEaI/d97cVz89H60/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388899922436341714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk37Ybyv9I/AAAAAAAAEaI/d97cVz89H60/s200/Chicago,+2009+177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Cubs win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk36yD0hmI/AAAAAAAAEaA/LYZPIQbVJsE/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388899912135247458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk36yD0hmI/AAAAAAAAEaA/LYZPIQbVJsE/s200/Chicago,+2009+181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all 3 had on jersey's with different names on them. So, you know I had to get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2JYFCYlI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/H1p5EEfUQaw/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388897963835810386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2JYFCYlI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/H1p5EEfUQaw/s200/Chicago,+2009+185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's Tuesday...and, we're on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2I4nbTLI/AAAAAAAAEZw/T2t_-1mLcco/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388897955390114994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2I4nbTLI/AAAAAAAAEZw/T2t_-1mLcco/s200/Chicago,+2009+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; Greg at the train station waiting on the "El".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2IAAKwTI/AAAAAAAAEZo/sAdn_1Nz1UU/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388897940193067314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2IAAKwTI/AAAAAAAAEZo/sAdn_1Nz1UU/s200/Chicago,+2009+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at the airport. See all the train tracks? That train system is crazy...but, we were able to map our way around pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2HhRYXaI/AAAAAAAAEZg/JZT15MglcAs/s1600-h/Chicago,+2009+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388897931943763362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Ssk2HhRYXaI/AAAAAAAAEZg/JZT15MglcAs/s200/Chicago,+2009+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Matt &amp;amp; me on the "moving" sidewalk or whatever it's called at the airport. I almost always fall when I step off those things. I'm very coordinated...NOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7196747653210461009?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7196747653210461009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7196747653210461009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7196747653210461009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7196747653210461009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-2009.html' title='Chicago 2009.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SslKsL5GMjI/AAAAAAAAEgo/5XFZkxf-E0o/s72-c/still+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-522963995606553226</id><published>2009-10-06T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:33:50.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tribute</title><content type='html'>What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://writingthewavesmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt;, asked me if she could feature &lt;a href="http://teebowsdesigns.com/"&gt;my design blog&lt;/a&gt; for today's &lt;a href="http://writingthewavesmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/tribute-tuesday-teebows-designs.html"&gt;Tuesday's Tribute&lt;/a&gt;. And, of course, I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote such a great post &amp;amp; I want you to hop on over &amp;amp; read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &amp;amp; thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-522963995606553226?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/522963995606553226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=522963995606553226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/522963995606553226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/522963995606553226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuesdays-tribute.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tribute'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-4531676804187997554</id><published>2009-10-05T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:40:13.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas Law Blog.</title><content type='html'>My brother-in-law, Matt, who's also a lawyer, is now the newest member of the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blog, "&lt;a href="http://arkansaslitigation.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wealth Wars: Arkansas Estate, Trust &amp;amp; Probate Litigation Blog&lt;/a&gt;", can be found by clicking on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a little bit about what he plans to address:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Commentary, News And Analysis From A Little Rock Lawyer About Estate And Trust Battles, Will Contests, Accounting Actions, Claims Against Fiduciaries, Interpretation Of Wills And Trusts, Fights Over Trust Expenditures And Management Of Trust Assets, Disputes Over Missing Assets And Property Ownership, Family Business Litigation And "Corporate Divorces," Questions Regarding The Competency Of An Elder, Rights Of Beneficiaries, And Similar Issues"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If this sounds like something you'd be interested in reading about, click on the link above &amp;amp; take a minute or two to read what he's posted so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have any questions about what you read, all of his contact information is under the "About" tab.&lt;/p&gt;However, it's important for me to note that his blog is for &lt;strong&gt;INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; may not be relied upon for legal advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-4531676804187997554?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4531676804187997554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=4531676804187997554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/4531676804187997554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/4531676804187997554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/10/arkansas-law-blog.html' title='Arkansas Law Blog.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6950132603545942533</id><published>2009-09-30T18:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:47:51.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Concerts.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until last night during the Dave Matthews Band concert at &lt;a href="http://arkansas.travelers.milb.com/index.jsp?sid=t574"&gt;Dickey-Stephens Ballpark&lt;/a&gt;, that I realized HOW MANY concerts I've been to this year...(so far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's review, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, we went to Brad Paisley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmt282A4I/AAAAAAAAEXg/Pg9yO_3DuYU/s1600-h/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403254784459650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmt282A4I/AAAAAAAAEXg/Pg9yO_3DuYU/s200/brad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpKFZmraI/AAAAAAAAEYw/0jgdSnLSbnU/s1600-h/bp+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387405938722778530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpKFZmraI/AAAAAAAAEYw/0jgdSnLSbnU/s200/bp+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpJfCvnLI/AAAAAAAAEYg/p_2X8xsXqTo/s1600-h/bp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387405928426347698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpJfCvnLI/AAAAAAAAEYg/p_2X8xsXqTo/s200/bp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpJ6abTQI/AAAAAAAAEYo/haeOc4ZnFoQ/s1600-h/bp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387405935773437186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpJ6abTQI/AAAAAAAAEYo/haeOc4ZnFoQ/s200/bp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmvHUDTrI/AAAAAAAAEX4/FXUZWgsoVvc/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, my sister, Matt, Jackson &amp;amp; I went to Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chesney&lt;/span&gt; (even though we've seen him 3 times already.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmvHUDTrI/AAAAAAAAEX4/FXUZWgsoVvc/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403276356636338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmvHUDTrI/AAAAAAAAEX4/FXUZWgsoVvc/s200/kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpYI44xYI/AAAAAAAAEZI/GsfQA300F7E/s1600-h/kenny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406180177462658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpYI44xYI/AAAAAAAAEZI/GsfQA300F7E/s200/kenny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpYqrLMMI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ZZcHgFDZSj4/s1600-h/kenny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406189246755010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpYqrLMMI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ZZcHgFDZSj4/s200/kenny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, I went to the American Idol Tour concert with a bunch of friends from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmvl-7cEI/AAAAAAAAEYA/wThwplOqmY0/s1600-h/kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403284589539394" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmvl-7cEI/AAAAAAAAEYA/wThwplOqmY0/s200/kris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpI4dOSsI/AAAAAAAAEYY/3F0R7Zx8Qn4/s1600-h/am1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387405918068427458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpI4dOSsI/AAAAAAAAEYY/3F0R7Zx8Qn4/s200/am1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, Matt &amp;amp; I went to see Keith Urban (even though we saw him a few years ago in Memphis.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmu57RPNI/AAAAAAAAEXw/7SAkCR1nECY/s1600-h/keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403272763030738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmu57RPNI/AAAAAAAAEXw/7SAkCR1nECY/s200/keith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September (last Saturday, actually), my sister &amp;amp; I took my niece, Riley, to see Taylor Swift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPm10CGSTI/AAAAAAAAEYI/Jb8QIkewjuQ/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403391440144690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPm10CGSTI/AAAAAAAAEYI/Jb8QIkewjuQ/s200/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpXydCMXI/AAAAAAAAEZA/V11WNl_Lw7A/s1600-h/hollyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406174155059570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpXydCMXI/AAAAAAAAEZA/V11WNl_Lw7A/s200/hollyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpZbySDEI/AAAAAAAAEZY/sKrmWXY7RGQ/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406202429901890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpZbySDEI/AAAAAAAAEZY/sKrmWXY7RGQ/s200/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last night (September 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;), Matt &amp;amp; I saw Dave Matthews with a bunch of friends from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpKQ1GX-I/AAAAAAAAEY4/mskb7N1F07g/s1600-h/dmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387405941790892002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPpKQ1GX-I/AAAAAAAAEY4/mskb7N1F07g/s200/dmb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmuRu4_jI/AAAAAAAAEXo/yceOhNw0QZE/s1600-h/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387403261973691954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmuRu4_jI/AAAAAAAAEXo/yceOhNw0QZE/s200/dave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count concert-like events, Matt &amp;amp; I saw Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dunham&lt;/span&gt; (a comedian) in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPn1Ru_yhI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/ulEUulC5MrA/s1600-h/jeff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387404481744849426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPn1Ru_yhI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/ulEUulC5MrA/s200/jeff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's a lot, but some really, really good memories were made! So, really...that's priceless, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6950132603545942533?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6950132603545942533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6950132603545942533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6950132603545942533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6950132603545942533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-of-concerts.html' title='The Year of Concerts.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SsPmt282A4I/AAAAAAAAEXg/Pg9yO_3DuYU/s72-c/brad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7097896687346343378</id><published>2009-09-28T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:44:28.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you (all 3 of you who probably read this blog) haven't given up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO MUCH to blog about, but I just haven't had time! Work kicks my ass so hard during the day, that when I get home, I just want to crawl in a hole for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have to do laundry, clean my house &amp;amp; WATCH TV, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't leave much time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I will have TONS of updates for you guys later this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7097896687346343378?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7097896687346343378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7097896687346343378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7097896687346343378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7097896687346343378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-4714346047889100525</id><published>2009-08-27T18:55:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:37:37.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Annual Trip to Branson.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my dad, stepmom, sister, brother-in-law, nephew, niece, Matt &amp;amp; I made our annual trip to Branson. This year, we were there from Thursday to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a total blast! We stayed in a very nice condo that had a full kitchen, spacious living room, big bedrooms &amp;amp; a screened in porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was &lt;em&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/em&gt; the whole weekend. Not too hot, not too cold. Just about as perfect as you could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we spent most of the day at Silver Dollar City. We ate dinner at pizza restaurant called Luigi's &amp;amp; then did a little shopping at the Outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to the Titanic Museum, shopped at the Branson Landings (an open air mall) &amp;amp; then went to the Dixie Stampede for dinner &amp;amp; a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to a different outlet mall, where we shopped for a few hours. Matt &amp;amp; I had to be home at 6:00 for a friend's birthday dinner, so we left Branson around 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only not so perfect part of the weekend was when my stomach started hurting SO FREAKING BAD on Saturday. The pain went from off &amp;amp; on to constant to &lt;em&gt;I thought I was going to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the Dixie Stampede that night, it hurt to walk, sit or stand. I don't think everyone knew I was in such pain...I didn't want to ruin anyone's fun, but there was a point before the show started that I almost asked Matt to take me back to the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I started feeling better during the show, but my stomach didn't really feel normal again til at least Wednesday. I guess I just ate something that didn't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have lots of pictures to show, so I'll just let them tell the rest of our weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcxf5T3W0I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/p78-uWLJXFY/s1600-h/branson+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374819104319822658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcxf5T3W0I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/p78-uWLJXFY/s200/branson+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley played some games at SDC &amp;amp; this was the first "prize" she won. A fox she named "Foxy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcxfKMLCBI/AAAAAAAAEXI/5W3Z06MDC9U/s1600-h/branson+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374819091671091218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcxfKMLCBI/AAAAAAAAEXI/5W3Z06MDC9U/s200/branson+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcxesxx2II/AAAAAAAAEXA/KgDQkAju7UY/s1600-h/branson+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374819083775760514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcxesxx2II/AAAAAAAAEXA/KgDQkAju7UY/s200/branson+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has a monkey on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcxeC3mvlI/AAAAAAAAEW4/5yE6Mu76jIw/s1600-h/branson+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374819072525909586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcxeC3mvlI/AAAAAAAAEW4/5yE6Mu76jIw/s200/branson+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister with her dolphin &amp;amp; Riley with Foxy &amp;amp; Quackly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcwA10PpII/AAAAAAAAEWw/ueMkpkBTRBU/s1600-h/branson+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374817471294317698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcwA10PpII/AAAAAAAAEWw/ueMkpkBTRBU/s200/branson+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big step for me. I don't ride rides. They scare me. But, I told myself I would 2 on this trip. I did the swings &amp;amp; the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcwAdenpgI/AAAAAAAAEWo/YGGMfmTLzFc/s1600-h/branson+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374817464761165314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcwAdenpgI/AAAAAAAAEWo/YGGMfmTLzFc/s200/branson+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley &amp;amp; Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcv_j70NsI/AAAAAAAAEWg/CgXXEhoktBo/s1600-h/branson+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374817449314367170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcv_j70NsI/AAAAAAAAEWg/CgXXEhoktBo/s200/branson+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is this picture? Matt (Mop) did the kiddie roller coaster with Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcv-0FEaeI/AAAAAAAAEWY/AcNsqF6C6ds/s1600-h/branson+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374817436468275682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcv-0FEaeI/AAAAAAAAEWY/AcNsqF6C6ds/s200/branson+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpculTCcvhI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/hp7T-U32nrY/s1600-h/branson+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815898590559762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpculTCcvhI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/hp7T-U32nrY/s200/branson+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't tell if Jackson liked the ride or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcuk27CKWI/AAAAAAAAEWI/aX8nbb7VREg/s1600-h/branson+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815891043264866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcuk27CKWI/AAAAAAAAEWI/aX8nbb7VREg/s200/branson+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant ride. That's my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcukeOpZAI/AAAAAAAAEWA/JKZG9KqyszA/s1600-h/branson+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815884414641154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcukeOpZAI/AAAAAAAAEWA/JKZG9KqyszA/s200/branson+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me getting ready to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcujuFhj-I/AAAAAAAAEV4/Ulq5G1dJHnI/s1600-h/branson+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815871491477474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcujuFhj-I/AAAAAAAAEV4/Ulq5G1dJHnI/s200/branson+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoMgoipUI/AAAAAAAAEVw/SdvUptu7idM/s1600-h/branson+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374808875673494850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoMgoipUI/AAAAAAAAEVw/SdvUptu7idM/s200/branson+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly &amp;amp; the girl on this really fast mini pirate ship ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoL9yx7kI/AAAAAAAAEVo/9Juw0qw3jnI/s1600-h/branson+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374808866321198658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoL9yx7kI/AAAAAAAAEVo/9Juw0qw3jnI/s200/branson+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley popped 3 balloons with each dart. Seriously. She was queen of the dart throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoLAqaC2I/AAAAAAAAEVg/BRqGU_WK514/s1600-h/branson+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374808849911516002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcoLAqaC2I/AAAAAAAAEVg/BRqGU_WK514/s200/branson+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big pirate ship. Can you see my dad in the way back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmDshZodI/AAAAAAAAEVY/rSzdd1o0scQ/s1600-h/branson+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374806525222691282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmDshZodI/AAAAAAAAEVY/rSzdd1o0scQ/s200/branson+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &amp;amp; Miss Thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmDI8VN5I/AAAAAAAAEVQ/vPj4dH65I7s/s1600-h/branson+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374806515671971730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmDI8VN5I/AAAAAAAAEVQ/vPj4dH65I7s/s200/branson+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Flooded Mine ride. Oh, wait...I guess I did 3 rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmCbtJTiI/AAAAAAAAEVI/zVsScfyVyas/s1600-h/branson+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374806503528680994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmCbtJTiI/AAAAAAAAEVI/zVsScfyVyas/s200/branson+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly &amp;amp; Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmBzNAQ1I/AAAAAAAAEVA/Ffu2fUhPgJw/s1600-h/branson+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374806492656452434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmBzNAQ1I/AAAAAAAAEVA/Ffu2fUhPgJw/s200/branson+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmBYxWpRI/AAAAAAAAEU4/PSM1sO92Xeg/s1600-h/branson+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374806485561156882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcmBYxWpRI/AAAAAAAAEU4/PSM1sO92Xeg/s200/branson+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley wearing her new cupcake nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckHZD804I/AAAAAAAAEUw/pOITcIcleSY/s1600-h/branson+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374804389695116162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckHZD804I/AAAAAAAAEUw/pOITcIcleSY/s200/branson+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckG0Tk11I/AAAAAAAAEUo/HSDaFbTxkIE/s1600-h/branson+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374804379828541266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckG0Tk11I/AAAAAAAAEUo/HSDaFbTxkIE/s200/branson+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckGfb_S6I/AAAAAAAAEUg/WRwn3v9A9Kg/s1600-h/branson+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374804374226684834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckGfb_S6I/AAAAAAAAEUg/WRwn3v9A9Kg/s200/branson+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch at San Francisco Oven. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckF4yy1_I/AAAAAAAAEUY/GEP4LzKq4Fw/s1600-h/branson+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374804363853354994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpckF4yy1_I/AAAAAAAAEUY/GEP4LzKq4Fw/s200/branson+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spci0W0603I/AAAAAAAAEUM/l7doT-Bs8nc/s1600-h/branson+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802963166057330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spci0W0603I/AAAAAAAAEUM/l7doT-Bs8nc/s200/branson+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us after lunch &amp;amp; before shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcizps8iyI/AAAAAAAAEUE/eCl2KBYteB4/s1600-h/branson+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802951053019938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcizps8iyI/AAAAAAAAEUE/eCl2KBYteB4/s200/branson+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcizAnLlvI/AAAAAAAAET8/S4CqRHaHY94/s1600-h/branson+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802940022986482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcizAnLlvI/AAAAAAAAET8/S4CqRHaHY94/s200/branson+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpciyTv1s6I/AAAAAAAAET0/wTULZFcRBHg/s1600-h/branson+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802927979705250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpciyTv1s6I/AAAAAAAAET0/wTULZFcRBHg/s200/branson+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcixw9BV_I/AAAAAAAAETs/QOCVbRpCKJc/s1600-h/branson+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802918639753202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcixw9BV_I/AAAAAAAAETs/QOCVbRpCKJc/s200/branson+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie Stampede. Matt &amp;amp; I have now seen all 3 DS's in the country. Piegon Forge, Tennessee; Myrtle Beach, South Carolina &amp;amp; Branson, Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgTwP36DI/AAAAAAAAETk/lJ5pG4PZFHc/s1600-h/branson+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374800204031060018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgTwP36DI/AAAAAAAAETk/lJ5pG4PZFHc/s200/branson+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress asked Jackson to be a part of the show. He &amp;amp; 3 other kids got to chase chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgTGtMS-I/AAAAAAAAETc/9dVboOAk8qg/s1600-h/branson+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374800192879741922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgTGtMS-I/AAAAAAAAETc/9dVboOAk8qg/s200/branson+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's chicken didn't win, but he still got a medal &amp;amp; a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgSvh1JwI/AAAAAAAAETU/9UhR3qdWuHE/s1600-h/branson+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374800186658072322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgSvh1JwI/AAAAAAAAETU/9UhR3qdWuHE/s200/branson+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgR9p3GpI/AAAAAAAAETM/iF_0Hbu9rQc/s1600-h/branson+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374800173269981842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SpcgR9p3GpI/AAAAAAAAETM/iF_0Hbu9rQc/s200/branson+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how big this cupcake is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-4714346047889100525?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4714346047889100525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=4714346047889100525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/4714346047889100525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/4714346047889100525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-annual-trip-to-branson.html' title='Our Annual Trip to Branson.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Spcxf5T3W0I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/p78-uWLJXFY/s72-c/branson+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5192098248203008573</id><published>2009-08-24T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:11:05.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**Update** In Need Of...</title><content type='html'>THREE Taylor Swift tickets for Saturday, September 26th at Verizon Arena in Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went on sale this past Friday &amp;amp; we didn't think they would sell out so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have tickets to sell or know someone who does, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update: I appreciate everyone telling me to check Stubhub &amp;amp; ebay!  Thanks for the suggestion. But, before I posted this, I checked those websites first.  Yes, there are PLENTY of tickets for sale, but they are WAY MORE than face value &amp;amp; I really don't want to pay $100 per ticket. That's why I was HOPING someone who reads my blog &amp;amp; might have tickets to sell, would be kind enough to not charge me double what they paid.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5192098248203008573?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5192098248203008573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5192098248203008573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5192098248203008573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5192098248203008573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-need-of.html' title='**Update** In Need Of...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-401051389120714685</id><published>2009-08-19T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:05:08.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of a Conversation.</title><content type='html'>My 8 year old niece started 3rd grade today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 year old niece started kindergarten today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live a few hours away from us, so I called them when I got home from work to see how their day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my conversation with M, the 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did you wear for your 1st day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Pants, a cowgirl shirt &amp;amp; a cowgirl jacket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you get kinda hot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (pause) "Maybe a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tell me what you did in school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "I got there, played, colored, ate lunch, went outside, came back inside, colored &amp;amp; came home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you see your sister at all today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "Yes, when we driving home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her what Harper was doing (their 9 month old Beagle) &amp;amp; she says, "Sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, looking at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of my conversation with S, the 8 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you wear a new outfit today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "A purple shirt &amp;amp; a vest...well, it looks like a vest but it's attached to the shirt. And, jeans with purple hearts on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you like your teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Yes." (She's very forthcoming, isn't she? Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's her name?" (this is me assuming she has a woman teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Mr. Clark. He's a boy teacher." (Wendy...forgive me here. I really couldn't remember what S told me...but, I know she said he's a boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Isn't this your 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; boy teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Yes, my 1st boy teacher was in 1st grade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you have a bunch of friends you already knew in your class?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: "Yes." (Again, so forthcoming with information! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to talk to them. But, I have to admit, when I was talking to M, I kinda teared up because listening to her describe her day, made me miss her &amp;amp; her sister a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they had good first days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson started 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade today. When Riley realized he was going to school, she asked my sister if she got to school today too. Holly told her no, she was going to stay home with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley said, "GOOD!". Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-401051389120714685?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/401051389120714685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=401051389120714685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/401051389120714685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/401051389120714685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/snippets-of-conversation.html' title='Snippets of a Conversation.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7230260031870511182</id><published>2009-08-18T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:20:22.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy.</title><content type='html'>This summer has FLOWN by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster than any other summer that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July was busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so far, August has been pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still...it's just gone by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it feels like things are just getting started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; this weekend with my dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt;, sister, BIL, nephew &amp;amp; niece. We've got lots of fun things planned!  And, I'm very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when come home, only to fly to Chicago a week or so later!  We'll be there for 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chicago, my sister, niece, nephew &amp;amp; I are going to Texas to visit my aunt, uncle &amp;amp; cousins for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend after that is the Taylor Swift concert that my sister &amp;amp; I are taking Riley to...followed by the Dave Matthews concert 3 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though September is shaping up to be the craziest &amp;amp; most expensive month yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, SO MUCH FUN!!!!!  I CAN'T WAIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7230260031870511182?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7230260031870511182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7230260031870511182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7230260031870511182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7230260031870511182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6757167835581475674</id><published>2009-08-09T18:29:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:29:56.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 31st Birthday.</title><content type='html'>I turned 31 on July 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.goldenbirthdaybook.com/"&gt;golden birthday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what a birthday it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at the beginning of that week when my friend &lt;a href="http://avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie&lt;/a&gt; told Matt that I needed a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;" outfit for my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time AT ALL to even think about going to the mall to try to find something...my week was super busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday at work, Matt asked Mallory (Avie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;) what she was doing that night. When she said she didn't have plans, he asked her if she'd help him find me a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;" outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they met at the mall a little while later &amp;amp; started searching for an outfit. Our other friend, Drew, was also with them because he had to return a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started searching &amp;amp; had several outfits picked out, but couldn't decide on which one to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called Avie...who, I'm told, got to the mall at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked into &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;, saw the outfits &amp;amp; I'm told immediately picked out &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=dress%5Fcasual&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2065227183&amp;amp;Page=all"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; dress (which was one of the choices) &amp;amp; some cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know I don't do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; earrings. I always thought they didn't look good on me. Matt told Avie that I don't wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; earrings, but she said I'd have to for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &amp;amp; Mal also picked out a bangle bracelet to go with my new dress (except that when they told Matt &amp;amp; Drew I needed a bangle, Drew thought they said "bagel").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Matt got home from the mall, he let me open my gifts &amp;amp; then told me the story about his adventure at the mall with Mal, Avie &amp;amp; Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oy0O-4SI/AAAAAAAAESc/5btE7VHoJDE/s1600-h/birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124503073153314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oy0O-4SI/AAAAAAAAESc/5btE7VHoJDE/s200/birthday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oyp745tI/AAAAAAAAESU/TJNnxogPhe8/s1600-h/birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368124500308715218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oyp745tI/AAAAAAAAESU/TJNnxogPhe8/s200/birthday+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Sports Resort. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oDi9rIPI/AAAAAAAAESM/xoMCWhReR1s/s1600-h/birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123690983301362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oDi9rIPI/AAAAAAAAESM/xoMCWhReR1s/s200/birthday+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bangle (bagel) bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oDHrIb1I/AAAAAAAAESE/t3vzmn8iu8o/s1600-h/birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123683657772882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oDHrIb1I/AAAAAAAAESE/t3vzmn8iu8o/s200/birthday+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oCmDT2OI/AAAAAAAAER8/LcdxKWo2_X8/s1600-h/birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123674632378594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oCmDT2OI/AAAAAAAAER8/LcdxKWo2_X8/s200/birthday+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oB_zuZBI/AAAAAAAAER0/_u3IG93D2E8/s1600-h/birthday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368123664366461970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oB_zuZBI/AAAAAAAAER0/_u3IG93D2E8/s200/birthday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to work on Friday, this is how my desk looked. After they left the mall, Mallory &amp;amp; Drew came back to work &amp;amp; decorated my desk! Such a nice surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k-lmRXjI/AAAAAAAAERs/XqqDYTvnlXI/s1600-h/birthday+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120307256221234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k-lmRXjI/AAAAAAAAERs/XqqDYTvnlXI/s200/birthday+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, another friend &amp;amp; co-worker, made me some "Chocolate Chip Dip". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, y'all...this stuff is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k-BcdKbI/AAAAAAAAERk/J-DiRcZ9JCo/s1600-h/birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120297551374770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k-BcdKbI/AAAAAAAAERk/J-DiRcZ9JCo/s200/birthday+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was my big party! My friends, Matt, my sister &amp;amp; my brother-in-law met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gusano's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Avie gave me my birthday present: a yellow purse &amp;amp; cute "R" key chain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my present, we realized that several other girls were carrying yellow purses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO OP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k91kInYI/AAAAAAAAERc/1GPPMPOScgU/s1600-h/birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120294362357122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k91kInYI/AAAAAAAAERc/1GPPMPOScgU/s200/birthday+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k9f421SI/AAAAAAAAERU/4hOZ4xgu9rc/s1600-h/birthday+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368120288543692066" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9k9f421SI/AAAAAAAAERU/4hOZ4xgu9rc/s200/birthday+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kF1HRArI/AAAAAAAAERM/rKSXWubyP4s/s1600-h/birthday+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119332168598194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kF1HRArI/AAAAAAAAERM/rKSXWubyP4s/s200/birthday+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gusano's&lt;/span&gt;, we went to The Attic for some dancing. This is Josh (friend &amp;amp; co-worker) about to take another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kFfBoBZI/AAAAAAAAERE/0P0i8t8z46A/s1600-h/birthday+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119326239360402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kFfBoBZI/AAAAAAAAERE/0P0i8t8z46A/s200/birthday+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kFCoCViI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/EkP2zfiMKXw/s1600-h/birthday+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119318615840290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kFCoCViI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/EkP2zfiMKXw/s200/birthday+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh &amp;amp; Lauren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kEjgkuoI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/QRFTabKXf7k/s1600-h/birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119310263040642" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9kEjgkuoI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/QRFTabKXf7k/s200/birthday+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avie &amp;amp; Scooter "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;breakin&lt;/span&gt;' it off" on the dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jNiLYQ4I/AAAAAAAAEQs/T0yT3movVWQ/s1600-h/birthday+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118365012902786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jNiLYQ4I/AAAAAAAAEQs/T0yT3movVWQ/s200/birthday+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; the Jello Shot girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jNJipFgI/AAAAAAAAEQk/7qMMVClVW9A/s1600-h/birthday+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118358399587842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jNJipFgI/AAAAAAAAEQk/7qMMVClVW9A/s200/birthday+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cecillea&lt;/span&gt;, Pete, Shannon, Lauren, Courtney &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jMx1Pk1I/AAAAAAAAEQc/WlC88I5JQCw/s1600-h/birthday+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118352035156818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jMx1Pk1I/AAAAAAAAEQc/WlC88I5JQCw/s200/birthday+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mallory, Avie &amp;amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jMcONsbI/AAAAAAAAEQU/8Eovbv6FF6c/s1600-h/birthday+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118346234311090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9jMcONsbI/AAAAAAAAEQU/8Eovbv6FF6c/s200/birthday+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Josh &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iJJjfLeI/AAAAAAAAEQM/NE3dJSa1lFE/s1600-h/birthday+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117190172028386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iJJjfLeI/AAAAAAAAEQM/NE3dJSa1lFE/s200/birthday+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to my mother-in-law's house to celebrate my birthday, as well as her birthday! Here we are with our cake as everyone was singing "Happy Birthday" to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iI76L2TI/AAAAAAAAEQE/kynVvcGi0-Q/s1600-h/birthday+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117186509134130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iI76L2TI/AAAAAAAAEQE/kynVvcGi0-Q/s200/birthday+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iIJBRaRI/AAAAAAAAEP0/nI37cueR3eQ/s1600-h/birthday+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117172848650514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iIJBRaRI/AAAAAAAAEP0/nI37cueR3eQ/s200/birthday+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iIlvthvI/AAAAAAAAEP8/_tN4h9IDa4w/s1600-h/birthday+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117180559623922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9iIlvthvI/AAAAAAAAEP8/_tN4h9IDa4w/s200/birthday+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! MONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dV06-sDI/AAAAAAAAEO0/HRL6yMk5PPs/s1600-h/more+birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111910413578290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dV06-sDI/AAAAAAAAEO0/HRL6yMk5PPs/s200/more+birthday+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday night, we went to my mom's house to celebrate my birthday &amp;amp; my brother-in-law's birthday. His birthday is the day before mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dWfkuWNI/AAAAAAAAEO8/P400AAWcpqw/s1600-h/more+birthday+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111921862957266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dWfkuWNI/AAAAAAAAEO8/P400AAWcpqw/s200/more+birthday+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candle. Can you see Riley in the background trying to blow it out too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dW_HoBqI/AAAAAAAAEPE/FktxsCP9QVM/s1600-h/more+birthday+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111930330842786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dW_HoBqI/AAAAAAAAEPE/FktxsCP9QVM/s200/more+birthday+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Riley &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dXNAuUdI/AAAAAAAAEPM/NlG5OWZUX6s/s1600-h/more+birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111934059991506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9dXNAuUdI/AAAAAAAAEPM/NlG5OWZUX6s/s200/more+birthday+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fNi9SQVI/AAAAAAAAEPc/TRuuzL5-zqk/s1600-h/more+birthday+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368113967175713106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fNi9SQVI/AAAAAAAAEPc/TRuuzL5-zqk/s200/more+birthday+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents! A cute purple beaded necklace from my dad &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;stepmom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fNER6uGI/AAAAAAAAEPU/g22O2Ezs7pA/s1600-h/more+birthday+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368113958940751970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fNER6uGI/AAAAAAAAEPU/g22O2Ezs7pA/s200/more+birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! More presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fOeJKROI/AAAAAAAAEPs/wZpgyNxYA8Q/s1600-h/more+birthday+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368113983063213282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fOeJKROI/AAAAAAAAEPs/wZpgyNxYA8Q/s200/more+birthday+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; Matt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fOKf3xBI/AAAAAAAAEPk/y11H72lBrDE/s1600-h/more+birthday+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368113977789760530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9fOKf3xBI/AAAAAAAAEPk/y11H72lBrDE/s200/more+birthday+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a GREAT 31st birthday I had! And, thanks to Avie, I am totally addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; earrings! In fact, she cleaned out her jewelry box &amp;amp; gave me 19 pairs of earrings!&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/37035278-6757167835581475674?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6757167835581475674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6757167835581475674&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6757167835581475674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6757167835581475674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-31st-birthday.html' title='My 31st Birthday.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sn9oy0O-4SI/AAAAAAAAESc/5btE7VHoJDE/s72-c/birthday+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7115891450895184841</id><published>2009-08-01T19:00:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:30:48.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Tour, July 2009</title><content type='html'>I had been waiting for this night for what seemed like FOREVER...but, was really probably only like 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that K*ris A*llen is from Arkansas, we all knew it was going to be a CRAZY night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo hard not to get emotional when K*ris too the stage &amp;amp; the crowd gave him a 5 minute long standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the concert with a bunch of people from work: Lindsey, Melissa, Chelsea, Greg &amp;amp; his wife, Lauire (who I scrapbook with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, the girls &amp;amp; I got manicures &amp;amp; pedicures. I got my toenails painted green because each American Idol contestant has their own color. K*ris' is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was basically gone all day, Matt took advantage &amp;amp; did some shopping for my birthday. While he was driving to the mall, he saw this limo pulled over on the side of the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy was standing outside of it with a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Matt got closer, he realized it was K*ris! But, by the time, Matt was able to take a picture, K*ris had gotten back into the limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTiXO9Lx0I/AAAAAAAAEOo/JKdxIScEm-s/s1600-h/IMG00041-20090725-1643%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365161944884692802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTiXO9Lx0I/AAAAAAAAEOo/JKdxIScEm-s/s200/IMG00041-20090725-1643%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYadAvYQI/AAAAAAAAELQ/WX2ZP_4d4f0/s1600-h/american+idol+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151005081035010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYadAvYQI/AAAAAAAAELQ/WX2ZP_4d4f0/s200/american+idol+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had FLOOR seats...row 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYZyPXDFI/AAAAAAAAELI/IsHWvcJJSyA/s1600-h/american+idol+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365150993599630418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYZyPXDFI/AAAAAAAAELI/IsHWvcJJSyA/s200/american+idol+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa &amp;amp; me at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYa5cCnDI/AAAAAAAAELY/T1W9cviJIOw/s1600-h/american+idol+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151012711734322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYa5cCnDI/AAAAAAAAELY/T1W9cviJIOw/s200/american+idol+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M*ichael S*arver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYbDQ51sI/AAAAAAAAELg/EN7GVxWTiPc/s1600-h/american+idol+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151015349376706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYbDQ51sI/AAAAAAAAELg/EN7GVxWTiPc/s200/american+idol+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S*cott M*acIntyre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZNUI2elI/AAAAAAAAELo/S0IA6uMjjEw/s1600-h/american+idol+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151878872463954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZNUI2elI/AAAAAAAAELo/S0IA6uMjjEw/s200/american+idol+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A*NOOP! You guys, he was AWESOME. I didn't really like him that much on the show, but he was A-MAZING in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZNxR4gbI/AAAAAAAAELw/lJccNWXMLzg/s1600-h/american+idol+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151886694973874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZNxR4gbI/AAAAAAAAELw/lJccNWXMLzg/s200/american+idol+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M*att G*iraud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZOCW66EI/AAAAAAAAEL4/esnPH40vloc/s1600-h/american+idol+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151891279505474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZOCW66EI/AAAAAAAAEL4/esnPH40vloc/s200/american+idol+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L*il Rounds &amp;amp; M*egan. And, no, M*egan did not squawk like a bird. But, I did leave to go to the bathroom when she came out to do her solo performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZOvPSIAI/AAAAAAAAEMA/mr0_xVA9Qss/s1600-h/american+idol+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365151903327068162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTZOvPSIAI/AAAAAAAAEMA/mr0_xVA9Qss/s200/american+idol+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaRAteXOI/AAAAAAAAEMI/aO7gbynHg_Q/s1600-h/american+idol+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153041888468194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaRAteXOI/AAAAAAAAEMI/aO7gbynHg_Q/s200/american+idol+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A*llison I*raheta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTYa5cCnDI/AAAAAAAAELY/T1W9cviJIOw/s1600-h/american+idol+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaRWgKF9I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/so2UrEUm-hE/s1600-h/american+idol+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153047738193874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaRWgKF9I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/so2UrEUm-hE/s200/american+idol+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D*anny G*okey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaSbLHA2I/AAAAAAAAEMg/AAnOQCskdX0/s1600-h/american+idol+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153066171958114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTaSbLHA2I/AAAAAAAAEMg/AAnOQCskdX0/s200/american+idol+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A*dam L*ambert. OMG, you guys, A*dam was HOTTTTT. I didn't really like him during the show, until we got down to the Top 3. I couldn't stand his screaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, during the concert, he was OTC...(off the chain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTbEPr4UXI/AAAAAAAAEMo/9H2s5ZIZqN0/s1600-h/american+idol+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153922081640818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTbEPr4UXI/AAAAAAAAEMo/9H2s5ZIZqN0/s200/american+idol+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is singing "Mad World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcc5SyBDI/AAAAAAAAENQ/x3fFzMk0LKA/s1600-h/american+idol+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365155445079147570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcc5SyBDI/AAAAAAAAENQ/x3fFzMk0LKA/s200/american+idol+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the MAN of the night...K*ris A*llen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTbEVhtZAI/AAAAAAAAEMw/D7zdAKr3gU0/s1600-h/american+idol+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153923649594370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTbEVhtZAI/AAAAAAAAEMw/D7zdAKr3gU0/s200/american+idol+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcco44IFI/AAAAAAAAENI/OqOhByf6lXg/s1600-h/american+idol+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365155440675528786" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcco44IFI/AAAAAAAAENI/OqOhByf6lXg/s200/american+idol+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was AWESOME x 1,000,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcb103O8I/AAAAAAAAEM4/ihU0Ka1CH_o/s1600-h/american+idol+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365155426968484802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTcb103O8I/AAAAAAAAEM4/ihU0Ka1CH_o/s200/american+idol+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*ris doing "Bright Lights" from Matchbox 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTccIEiqeI/AAAAAAAAENA/JWUN55Sf09o/s1600-h/american+idol+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365155431866083810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTccIEiqeI/AAAAAAAAENA/JWUN55Sf09o/s200/american+idol+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His guitar duet with the band's guitarist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeTIxB1QI/AAAAAAAAENY/n4maFe6Fuwg/s1600-h/american+idol+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365157476457108738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeTIxB1QI/AAAAAAAAENY/n4maFe6Fuwg/s200/american+idol+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeTQvMGXI/AAAAAAAAENg/tdnbIrSv52o/s1600-h/american+idol+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365157478596876658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeTQvMGXI/AAAAAAAAENg/tdnbIrSv52o/s200/american+idol+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dueling piano's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeUPE1usI/AAAAAAAAENw/lc7Fx_Rg19k/s1600-h/american+idol+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365157495330683586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTeUPE1usI/AAAAAAAAENw/lc7Fx_Rg19k/s200/american+idol+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top 10 again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfiXzXKAI/AAAAAAAAEN4/oIiUtQyMiW4/s1600-h/american+idol+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365158837703092226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfiXzXKAI/AAAAAAAAEN4/oIiUtQyMiW4/s200/american+idol+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a show! This was THE BEST concert I have EVER been too. Better than Kenny, better than Rascal Flatts...but, not better than Keith Urban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the Idol's were wonderful. You could just see how much fun they were having. I could have watched the show 20 times in a row. Man, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfivORcwI/AAAAAAAAEOA/xpuhfjro7NM/s1600-h/american+idol+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365158843989979906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfivORcwI/AAAAAAAAEOA/xpuhfjro7NM/s200/american+idol+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are after the show: Lindsey, Melissa, me, Chelsea &amp;amp; Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfjQFaX5I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/9rLXoNq9PD8/s1600-h/american+idol+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365158852811186066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfjQFaX5I/AAAAAAAAEOQ/9rLXoNq9PD8/s200/american+idol+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to be the next American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfjEWCKEI/AAAAAAAAEOI/YAQV-6GzgRo/s1600-h/american+idol+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365158849659676738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTfjEWCKEI/AAAAAAAAEOI/YAQV-6GzgRo/s200/american+idol+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we're cool enough...aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTgX7KZh6I/AAAAAAAAEOg/0sSMSLjxIzs/s1600-h/american+idol+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365159757728024482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTgX7KZh6I/AAAAAAAAEOg/0sSMSLjxIzs/s200/american+idol+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us plus Greg...and, some random guy in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTgXnpBz-I/AAAAAAAAEOY/tc9VYKz78Nw/s1600-h/american+idol+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365159752487784418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTgXnpBz-I/AAAAAAAAEOY/tc9VYKz78Nw/s200/american+idol+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See our pretty toes. Mine are green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7115891450895184841?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7115891450895184841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7115891450895184841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7115891450895184841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7115891450895184841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/08/american-idol-tour-july-2009.html' title='American Idol Tour, July 2009'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SnTiXO9Lx0I/AAAAAAAAEOo/JKdxIScEm-s/s72-c/IMG00041-20090725-1643%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7659734516110961185</id><published>2009-07-28T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:07:36.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help For My Friends!</title><content type='html'>Two of my really good friends, who are getting married in April, are finalists in a major wedding competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could win $10,000 for their wedding &amp;amp; a trip to New York City if they get the most votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine planning a wedding in THIS economy? GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10,000 would definitely go a looooooong way for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would, please go vote for Courtney &amp;amp; Pete by clicking on &lt;a href="http://www.mirassou.com/wedding/ido_vote.asp"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also click &lt;a href="http://arkansasmatters.com/mymedia/view.php?id=38421"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see Pete propose to Courtney...it got worldwide media attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!  I'll be sure to let you all know if they win!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7659734516110961185?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7659734516110961185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7659734516110961185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7659734516110961185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7659734516110961185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-help-for-my-friends.html' title='A Little Help For My Friends!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6350835515459137632</id><published>2009-07-23T19:41:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:39:54.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, Matt, his mom &amp;amp; I (and, my MIL's dog, Donut) traveled to Northwest Arkansas for Matt's cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house around 9:45am &amp;amp; got to Matt's sister's house around 12:3o or so. I love the drive to Fayetteville. It's soooooooo pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's sister just got a new dog...an 8 month old Beagle, named Harper. We were a little nervous about how Harper &amp;amp; Donut do (because Donut's not as young as he used to be &amp;amp; we were afraid Harper would try to jump on him or whatever she thought she needed to do to get him to play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Harper was just about perfect! She would dart in front of him every once a while, as if to say "Hey! It's me. I'm still here...you know, in case you want to play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, Matt &amp;amp; I had to go to the tux place to make sure Matt's tux fit (he was an usher) &amp;amp; then we went to the church for the rehearsal &amp;amp; then to the dinner afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Wendy's house, the WHOLE family played Rock Band. Matt, his mom, Wendy, Jim, Suzanne, Madeline &amp;amp; I all took turns playing the drums, the guitar, even singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any of us went to bed before 11pm! But, it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Matt &amp;amp; I met our friends Tom, Sydney &amp;amp; baby Stella at the Red Robin for lunch. Matt &amp;amp; I had never been to a Red Robin &amp;amp; we LOVED it! Bottomless fries? Oh yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we checked into the hotel in Rogers. (We could have stayed at Wendy's house again...for free, but I LOVE hotels &amp;amp; I never can pass up an opportunity to stay in one. Plus, we got a discounted rate because that's the hotel everyone from the wedding was staying in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Promenade...mainly to go to the University of Arkansas Razorback store. Matt wanted to get a new shirt &amp;amp; of course, I found a few things for me, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time to get ready for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be at the church at 4pm for pictures! The wedding wasn't til 7pm, but there was a Mass at 5, so we had to take some pictures, then get out of the sanctuary until after 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was perfect! Jennifer looked beautiful &amp;amp; Richard was beaming! I always tear up at wedding's during the vow exchange because of the whole "in sickness &amp;amp; health" part. That line means everything to me because of the car accident &amp;amp; our 2 miscarriages. So, cue the tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, it was time to PAR-TAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was at the Pinnacle Hills Country Club. It was gorgeous! The dinner was FAB! And, we all had a great time out on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 8 year old niece wasn't too interested in dancing (and, actually, I'm not sure where Madeline, our 5 year old niece, got her energy to dance because both girls were exhausted after staying up so late the night before &amp;amp; with all the build up to the wedding), but Madeline danced &amp;amp; danced &amp;amp; danced. She wasn't too sure until I picked her up &amp;amp; danced with her first. After that, you couldn't bribe this girl off the dance floor. She had a blast. Big sister enjoyed watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't leave the reception until 11pm or so! We got back to the hotel &amp;amp; CRASHED. Seriously. I don't even remember putting on my pj's or getting into bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I got up at 10:15am to go downstairs for the free breakfast while Matt slept! After that, we checked out of the hotel &amp;amp; met Matt's mom, sister, BIL &amp;amp; our niece's for lunch at AQ Chicken. YUMMY! We had to go back to Wendy's house to get Donut before heading home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a GREAT weekend. I am so thankful for such a wonderful family, who I love spending time with. We don't see Wendy, Jim &amp;amp; the girls as often as we'd all like, so times like these are so special! I'm also very thankful for such a wonderful mother in law. Not every DIL can say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sooooooo happy for Jennifer &amp;amp; Richard. We think they're great people &amp;amp; we feel so blessed that they found each other &amp;amp; are starting a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have pictures, right? Right. So, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF8Qo-K3I/AAAAAAAAEIk/Qy8sE10vcTQ/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823364178389874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF8Qo-K3I/AAAAAAAAEIk/Qy8sE10vcTQ/s200/jen%27s+wedding+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut &amp;amp; Harper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF8ysgb7I/AAAAAAAAEIs/c4QZWLq5QVw/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823373320023986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF8ysgb7I/AAAAAAAAEIs/c4QZWLq5QVw/s200/jen%27s+wedding+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF9VicOtI/AAAAAAAAEI0/H3wqo7utBtE/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823382673046226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF9VicOtI/AAAAAAAAEI0/H3wqo7utBtE/s200/jen%27s+wedding+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the Red Robin at Red Robin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF9890ALI/AAAAAAAAEI8/m3Rz8Yk7TA8/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361823393256833202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF9890ALI/AAAAAAAAEI8/m3Rz8Yk7TA8/s200/jen%27s+wedding+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Syd &amp;amp; Stella after lunch on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHjEa6QTI/AAAAAAAAEJU/SoOMvvs6Duw/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361825130424713522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHjEa6QTI/AAAAAAAAEJU/SoOMvvs6Duw/s200/jen%27s+wedding+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Day! Madeline &amp;amp; Addie were flower girls. Suzanne was asked to hand out bubbles after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHiOdHNsI/AAAAAAAAEJE/CvC04H7ZeQc/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361825115938436802" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHiOdHNsI/AAAAAAAAEJE/CvC04H7ZeQc/s200/jen%27s+wedding+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &amp;amp; Richard with the flower girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKMe07nYI/AAAAAAAAEJk/6XWaiRoihK4/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361828040911068546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKMe07nYI/AAAAAAAAEJk/6XWaiRoihK4/s200/jen%27s+wedding+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHjatbROI/AAAAAAAAEJc/v0DwyeftzPE/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361825136407954658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHjatbROI/AAAAAAAAEJc/v0DwyeftzPE/s200/jen%27s+wedding+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHipX6gFI/AAAAAAAAEJM/Dm8CMfHQNsE/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361825123164389458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkHipX6gFI/AAAAAAAAEJM/Dm8CMfHQNsE/s200/jen%27s+wedding+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKNOz-IXI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/WeXBlTs2Tkk/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361828053791940978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKNOz-IXI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/WeXBlTs2Tkk/s200/jen%27s+wedding+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower girls &amp;amp; ring bearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKM7ZhqoI/AAAAAAAAEJs/GPqaBqljdO4/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361828048580749954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKM7ZhqoI/AAAAAAAAEJs/GPqaBqljdO4/s200/jen%27s+wedding+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom, groomsmen &amp;amp; ushers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKNZLLhvI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/56yw2IlL6uE/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361828056573642482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkKNZLLhvI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/56yw2IlL6uE/s200/jen%27s+wedding+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMWwHun1I/AAAAAAAAEKE/fzAP2MLBB5A/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830416375258962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMWwHun1I/AAAAAAAAEKE/fzAP2MLBB5A/s200/jen%27s+wedding+128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy &amp;amp; me. We were both readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMXRyNg_I/AAAAAAAAEKM/j1Pzya7ReB4/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830425411814386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMXRyNg_I/AAAAAAAAEKM/j1Pzya7ReB4/s200/jen%27s+wedding+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the church in a sea of bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMX04mBcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/GsaQKSpbpcg/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830434833827266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMX04mBcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/GsaQKSpbpcg/s200/jen%27s+wedding+147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMYQws2GI/AAAAAAAAEKc/VPNTkE_gS0Q/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361830442316912738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkMYQws2GI/AAAAAAAAEKc/VPNTkE_gS0Q/s200/jen%27s+wedding+162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNdfePUQI/AAAAAAAAEKk/ddfzVrZEaqU/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361831631676985602" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNdfePUQI/AAAAAAAAEKk/ddfzVrZEaqU/s200/jen%27s+wedding+168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with her daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNd9KfjuI/AAAAAAAAEKs/f70bxbwWO9s/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361831639647227618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNd9KfjuI/AAAAAAAAEKs/f70bxbwWO9s/s200/jen%27s+wedding+177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Madeline. This is when I carried her onto the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNeHcGKkI/AAAAAAAAEK0/akb0MvuBQsM/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361831642405415490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNeHcGKkI/AAAAAAAAEK0/akb0MvuBQsM/s200/jen%27s+wedding+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after I carried her onto the dance floor! She wouldn't stop. She was a dancin' fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNel2dAiI/AAAAAAAAEK8/Mg6UJz0Jufc/s1600-h/jen%27s+wedding+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361831650569028130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkNel2dAiI/AAAAAAAAEK8/Mg6UJz0Jufc/s200/jen%27s+wedding+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride &amp;amp; me!&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/37035278-6350835515459137632?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6350835515459137632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6350835515459137632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6350835515459137632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6350835515459137632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-weekend.html' title='A Wedding Weekend.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SmkF8Qo-K3I/AAAAAAAAEIk/Qy8sE10vcTQ/s72-c/jen%27s+wedding+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6374307989012363804</id><published>2009-07-07T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:50:55.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss.</title><content type='html'>At 38 weeks pregnant, a friend of mine gave birth to a beautiful &amp;amp; perfect baby girl on June 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should have been a joyous occasion, was anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because Baby M was stillborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend went to her regularly scheduled OB appointment on the 24th. I don't know all the specifics, but something prompted her doctor to do an ultrasound to check on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby M was no longer with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was sent straight to the hospital to be induced to deliver her sweet baby girl that she &amp;amp; her husband had prayed for so hard &amp;amp; for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't dilated at all &amp;amp; her labor lasted more than 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby M came into the world surrounded by so much love, prayers, sadness &amp;amp; grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's hurting so much for my friend &amp;amp; her husband. They had her little room set up &amp;amp; a closet full of little clothes for her to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was never any reason for them to believe she'd never sleep in her crib or wear her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll never understand why things like this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my friend posted this &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/07/06/AR2009070602918.html?hpid=smartliving"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on stillbirths on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I learned that 1 in every 160 pregnancies ends in stillbirth. And, stillbirths are not frequently talked about between doctors &amp;amp; patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read why in the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious to know your opinions about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it's like to experience loss. Not of the magnitude of what my friend is going through, but enough to know a little bit about what she's feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you find out there's a baby growing inside you, you fall totally &amp;amp; completely in love with that baby. To lose the baby at any stage in pregnancy is devastating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6374307989012363804?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6374307989012363804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6374307989012363804&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6374307989012363804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6374307989012363804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/07/loss.html' title='Loss.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5369064408863737422</id><published>2009-07-05T21:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:34:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend with Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week or so ago, my sister, niece &amp;amp; nephew drove to Tyler, Texas to visit my aunt, uncle &amp;amp; cousins for 4 days. I have TONS of pictures to share, so why not let them tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKZmNUv5PI/AAAAAAAAEIY/jC_R8yTCHNg/s1600-h/tyler+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355511788587705586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKZmNUv5PI/AAAAAAAAEIY/jC_R8yTCHNg/s200/tyler+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, cousin Ty spent the night at my aunt's house, so he &amp;amp; Riley had a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY6dd6CCI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/S8msSX9vDmQ/s1600-h/tyler+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355511037006841890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY6dd6CCI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/S8msSX9vDmQ/s200/tyler+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we went to a splash park. It was awesome! We all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY5-t41eI/AAAAAAAAEII/cqpOB7cl1jM/s1600-h/tyler+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355511028752373218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY5-t41eI/AAAAAAAAEII/cqpOB7cl1jM/s200/tyler+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Maggi checking it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY5RNkykI/AAAAAAAAEIA/zsZRlh7dsXI/s1600-h/tyler+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355511016537246274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY5RNkykI/AAAAAAAAEIA/zsZRlh7dsXI/s200/tyler+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Maggi splashing her mommy...my cousin, Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY470NK9I/AAAAAAAAEH4/V02Mu2R_CpM/s1600-h/tyler+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355511010793696210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKY470NK9I/AAAAAAAAEH4/V02Mu2R_CpM/s200/tyler+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty with the football ball &amp;amp; Riley with the princess ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXnO1hfzI/AAAAAAAAEHw/BmdOXB71VIo/s1600-h/tyler+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355509607150223154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXnO1hfzI/AAAAAAAAEHw/BmdOXB71VIo/s200/tyler+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always go swimming at my aunt's neighbor's pool whenever we visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were swimming, Jackson said he kept seeing something peek out of the drain. We didn't think anything of it, until he screamed, "A bird is in there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lifted off the cover &amp;amp; wouldn't you know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bird just sitting in there. (No, the bird isn't in this picture because it all happened so fast, I didn't even think about grabbing my camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird let my sister pick it up out of the drain &amp;amp; set it on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird was so wet, that it couldn't fly right away. Jackson, my sister &amp;amp; Riley all pet the bird. It was the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was dry enough, it flew away into these trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXmSLaDMI/AAAAAAAAEHo/r350ptab0eo/s1600-h/tyler+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355509590867446978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXmSLaDMI/AAAAAAAAEHo/r350ptab0eo/s200/tyler+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was SO PROUD of himself for saving the bird. My aunt's neighbor said she had found 2 other birds in that drain over the past week, but they were both dead. Jackson saved this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXmGqNxvI/AAAAAAAAEHg/M2W0am3VuIU/s1600-h/tyler+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355509587775440626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXmGqNxvI/AAAAAAAAEHg/M2W0am3VuIU/s200/tyler+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me. When we were younger, we always did this with our hair. You go underwater, flip your hair over, come up from underwater, then flip your hair back over. You get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXl5uR6EI/AAAAAAAAEHY/6gbvBWOIru8/s1600-h/tyler+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355509584302827586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKXl5uR6EI/AAAAAAAAEHY/6gbvBWOIru8/s200/tyler+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister jumping off the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVIgHKwtI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/ETWHPGHGMl8/s1600-h/tyler+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355506880188433106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVIgHKwtI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/ETWHPGHGMl8/s200/tyler+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVIc9BFBI/AAAAAAAAEHI/K2x2UdX75E4/s1600-h/tyler+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355506879340549138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVIc9BFBI/AAAAAAAAEHI/K2x2UdX75E4/s200/tyler+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me jumping off the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVH1ll5gI/AAAAAAAAEHA/Z_DIcP8SFcE/s1600-h/tyler+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355506868773316098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVH1ll5gI/AAAAAAAAEHA/Z_DIcP8SFcE/s200/tyler+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly giving Riley a ride in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFk1wxwp4I/AAAAAAAAEGY/KGdSRcxQim8/s1600-h/tyler+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172306709686146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFk1wxwp4I/AAAAAAAAEGY/KGdSRcxQim8/s200/tyler+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a cute pic of the kids ready to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKzxC6lI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/UaYiGSCkMPQ/s1600-h/tyler+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170469265992274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKzxC6lI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/UaYiGSCkMPQ/s200/tyler+150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother &amp;amp; Little Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVHpvptII/AAAAAAAAEG4/QXEypOe3uAQ/s1600-h/tyler+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355506865594283138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKVHpvptII/AAAAAAAAEG4/QXEypOe3uAQ/s200/tyler+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, a daughter of a family my cousin's used to babysit for got married. Holly &amp;amp; I would always play with Molli (and her other sisters, Katie &amp;amp; Maggie) when we came to Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFk27CfDcI/AAAAAAAAEGw/Bb86P5Zjz40/s1600-h/tyler+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this picture, Riley was eating Hershey Kisses. I think she ate about 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKs_etAI/AAAAAAAAEGI/b_hqaWjFPyA/s1600-h/tyler+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170467447485442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKs_etAI/AAAAAAAAEGI/b_hqaWjFPyA/s200/tyler+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride &amp;amp; groom's first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKcv4_WI/AAAAAAAAEGA/nQtd17-U4Ic/s1600-h/tyler+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170463087132002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjKcv4_WI/AAAAAAAAEGA/nQtd17-U4Ic/s200/tyler+163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took dancing lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjJ7_rHeI/AAAAAAAAEF4/xA2XpSmpEyg/s1600-h/tyler+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355170454294961634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFjJ7_rHeI/AAAAAAAAEF4/xA2XpSmpEyg/s200/tyler+174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFguEGPVtI/AAAAAAAAEFw/pIUiLrplQS8/s1600-h/tyler+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167776410392274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFguEGPVtI/AAAAAAAAEFw/pIUiLrplQS8/s200/tyler+181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's 1st, 2nd, or 3rd ice cream sundae. Whenever we weren't looking, he'd go get another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtnxaFFI/AAAAAAAAEFo/MN07dwvDZe0/s1600-h/tyler+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167768806822994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtnxaFFI/AAAAAAAAEFo/MN07dwvDZe0/s200/tyler+185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enjoying my ice cream sundae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtZm961I/AAAAAAAAEFg/-EqM73YWsk0/s1600-h/tyler+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167765004938066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtZm961I/AAAAAAAAEFg/-EqM73YWsk0/s200/tyler+190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us dancing to "We Are Family."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtAOaXOI/AAAAAAAAEFY/sUb6CcBRP74/s1600-h/tyler+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355167758191058146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlFgtAOaXOI/AAAAAAAAEFY/sUb6CcBRP74/s200/tyler+214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, me &amp;amp; our cousins: Shelley, Karen &amp;amp; Cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5369064408863737422?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5369064408863737422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5369064408863737422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5369064408863737422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5369064408863737422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-with-family.html' title='A Weekend with Family.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SlKZmNUv5PI/AAAAAAAAEIY/jC_R8yTCHNg/s72-c/tyler+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7555978729288775396</id><published>2009-06-21T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:59:38.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Hint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sj7yw4B5iOI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/hSibh3X2XpU/s1600-h/kids+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349980328850720994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sj7yw4B5iOI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/hSibh3X2XpU/s200/kids+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sj7ywpxb9EI/AAAAAAAAEFI/D5PGU4Apds0/s1600-h/kids+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349980325023577154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sj7ywpxb9EI/AAAAAAAAEFI/D5PGU4Apds0/s200/kids+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ball is rolling, but nothing is set in stone yet.  I hope it will be soon.  Once it is, I will feel more comfortable sharing it with y'all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7555978729288775396?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7555978729288775396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7555978729288775396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7555978729288775396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7555978729288775396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-hint.html' title='Another Hint.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sj7yw4B5iOI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/hSibh3X2XpU/s72-c/kids+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8169232307065173572</id><published>2009-06-17T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:01:09.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets on Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*TV:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this show. One thing I find kind of odd is how MUCH they talk about poop. However, they don't say poop, they say "poo". Even in both of her books, Tori says "poo". On last night's episode, Tori was telling Dean that her stomach was in knots of her return to 90210. Their conversation turned into having "poo babies." Yeah, I know...kinda ICK, but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Babies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; One of my besties, &lt;a href="http://the-yateses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;, is going to have her very first baby tomorrow.  Lauren &amp;amp; I have been friends since 4th grade.  I so wish I could be there for her tomorrow, but I'll just have to wait for her husband to call or text me saying little Anabelle is here, safe &amp;amp; sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Summer vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  We're going to Chicago in September to watch the Cubs play.  Well, Matt's going to watch the Cubs play...I'm going shopping.  However, we are BEACH people &amp;amp; we're thinking of driving to Gulf Shores for a few days in August.  Have any of you been to Gulf Shores? Did you like it?  Or is there a better beach within 100 or so miles of Gulf Shores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*BIG, BIG, BIG project&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Some of you know about this, most of you don't.  Only because I'm very hesitant to tell too many people, for fear that it might not work out.  I hope to be able to spill the beans in a few days, once I have a conversation with a certain someone.  And, I know...I HATE when people post stuff like this ("I have a secret, but I can't tell you...")...so I'll give you a hint: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  And, for those of you who do know, please refrain from giving it away in the comment section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm...whenever I start a post like this, I always feel like I have so much more to say...but only end up finding a few things to talk about.  Does this ever happen to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson &amp;amp; Riley are staying with us on Friday.  We always look forward to those times when we get them all to ourselves!  I'm sure I'll have some fun stories &amp;amp; pictures to post on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, we're all (me, my sister, Jack &amp;amp; Riley) are driving to Texas to see my aunt, uncle &amp;amp; cousins.  We always have so much fun when we visit &amp;amp; the time passes too fast.  Our husbands are actually coming too, but just for one night.  You might remember my uncle is the one who had a stroke in September 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all I've got right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8169232307065173572?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8169232307065173572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8169232307065173572&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8169232307065173572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8169232307065173572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullets-on-wednesday.html' title='Bullets on Wednesday.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-60689062803613421</id><published>2009-06-14T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:16:47.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf.</title><content type='html'>Matt got us media passes for the St. Jude Classic golf tournament for this weekend. I only went on Saturday, but Matt &amp;amp; his friends went on Sunday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooooo HOTT &amp;amp; at times, almost miserable outside. Each time I got hot enough to feel like I was about to pass out, the sun would go behind the clouds &amp;amp; I was able to cool off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing flip flops &amp;amp; thankfully, remembered to put sunscreen on my feet, but failed to do so anywhere else. I am now sporting a sunburn in the shape of the shirt-sleeved shirt I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pictures, you'll see John Daly &amp;amp; Bryce Molder...both are from Arkansas. Phil is not, but Matt's a huge fan of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil's wife was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. He took about a month off the PGA tour &amp;amp; returned just in time for this tournament. Matt's wearing a pink shirt in honor of Phil's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752350657855&amp;amp;site=widget-3f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752350657855&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/p1/576460752350657855/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752350657855&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/p2/576460752350657855/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752350657855&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3f.slide.com/p4/576460752350657855/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-60689062803613421?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/60689062803613421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=60689062803613421&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/60689062803613421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/60689062803613421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/06/golf.html' title='Golf.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5753162762950622290</id><published>2009-06-03T18:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:30:27.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Years.</title><content type='html'>11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years ago, Matt &amp;amp; I met for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys remember &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-found-love-at-stop-sign.html"&gt;the story&lt;/a&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we met at a stop sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link above to read a post I wrote 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, with my whole heart, that our meeting was planned out WAY BEFORE June 2nd, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were too many things that were "supposed" to happen that night, that either got canceled or postponed, that could have prevented us from meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, really, when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the parts about our story that I love the best was when we both got out of our cars to exchange phone numbers, I knew THAT VERY SECOND that he was the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then that I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then that I would never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had found the man I was going to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I did...marry him, that is, one week shy of our 4 year dating anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11 years together, I STILL get butterflies every time I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's my best friend; he's what HOME feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with a sappy letter to him or anything. Instead, let's look at some pictures, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these were taken during our first year together (dating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJN0ggk9I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/ivdceu3qQVs/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343249615936328658" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJN0ggk9I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/ivdceu3qQVs/s200/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Christmas together (dating): December 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNq_F4SnI/AAAAAAAAEE4/z7_5QrQu0H4/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254515040143986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNq_F4SnI/AAAAAAAAEE4/z7_5QrQu0H4/s200/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1998: We spent 4 days in Kingsport, Tennessee at Matt's aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNq459sbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/OUK7nD92eb8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254513379553714" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNq459sbI/AAAAAAAAEEw/OUK7nD92eb8/s200/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March or April 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNrBwniRI/AAAAAAAAEFA/p7pnfQ3A1UA/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254515756271890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNrBwniRI/AAAAAAAAEFA/p7pnfQ3A1UA/s200/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNqlNUg-I/AAAAAAAAEEo/kiEb1KHdv58/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343254508092031970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNqlNUg-I/AAAAAAAAEEo/kiEb1KHdv58/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343250392561608162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJ7BqZ5eI/AAAAAAAAEEg/mx4miYbmUho/s200/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding day: May 25th, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNrBwniRI/AAAAAAAAEFA/p7pnfQ3A1UA/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJWBb_AGI/AAAAAAAAEEY/HQB9EM8R94k/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343249756845965410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJWBb_AGI/AAAAAAAAEEY/HQB9EM8R94k/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now...11 years later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicNqlNUg-I/AAAAAAAAEEo/kiEb1KHdv58/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5753162762950622290?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5753162762950622290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5753162762950622290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5753162762950622290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5753162762950622290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/06/11-years.html' title='11 Years.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SicJN0ggk9I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/ivdceu3qQVs/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7741433713959318002</id><published>2009-05-31T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:41:39.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess He Knows What He's Talking About.</title><content type='html'>My husband saw my previous post, where I asked if anyone was still reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Maybe if you posted more than once a month, people would read it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, coming soon...a post on our 7 year wedding anniversary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for your comments, letting me know that people still do look at this blog.  I know we're all busy...and, I know sometimes there's just no time to comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do a better job of commenting on all of your blogs, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7741433713959318002?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7741433713959318002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7741433713959318002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7741433713959318002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7741433713959318002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-guess-he-knows-what-hes-talking-about.html' title='I Guess He Knows What He&apos;s Talking About.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2017756937164665183</id><published>2009-05-26T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:38:21.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody read this blog anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2017756937164665183?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2017756937164665183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2017756937164665183&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2017756937164665183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2017756937164665183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1178500776867818421</id><published>2009-05-20T18:53:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:03:27.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paws on the Pavement &amp; KENNY CHESNEY!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a BIG day in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at the crack of dawn...okay, 7:30am...to participate in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paws on the Pavement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, &lt;a href="http://avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie &amp;amp; Scooter&lt;/a&gt; (along with Meg, their dog) were supposed to do the walk with us, but poor Meggy Bone cut her paw on a piece of glass Friday night &amp;amp; had to skip the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisy was SO SAD because she, Meg &amp;amp; Ellie (Mallory's dog...Mal is Avie's SIL...if you read my blog, you know this already) got matching pink with rhinestone letters collars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg was SO SAD too because her doctor put her leg/paw in a cast for 3 days. However, it was a PINK cast, so she looked HOTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mallory &amp;amp; Ellie still came...even though I had to wake Mal up! And, then she almost didn't come because it was supposed to rain. But, it didn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfxb5Ji-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/KsZ1B4mUs8g/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338067129990745058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfxb5Ji-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/KsZ1B4mUs8g/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maisy had a blast. She was in "dog overload" from the second we got there to the second we left. All new smells &amp;amp; stuff to see &amp;amp; places to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfwglN4gI/AAAAAAAAEA8/z2TW-9SxkLg/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338067114069451266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfwglN4gI/AAAAAAAAEA8/z2TW-9SxkLg/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are about to start the 1 Mile Family Fun Walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfw7Beq1I/AAAAAAAAEBE/HH342lZ1vXM/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338067121167313746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfw7Beq1I/AAAAAAAAEBE/HH342lZ1vXM/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided Maisy was a loaner because she wanted to walk by herself on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfxJz8SKI/AAAAAAAAEBM/AmXlEiDhNz4/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338067125137066146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfxJz8SKI/AAAAAAAAEBM/AmXlEiDhNz4/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually walking on the right side of the road here, but only because she's trying to get to the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpTUfQ6NI/AAAAAAAAEB0/SynMlo6KPDM/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077607723329746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpTUfQ6NI/AAAAAAAAEB0/SynMlo6KPDM/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a quarter of a mile in the walk, Maisy just sat down. She had had enough. I'm sure if we hadn't of walked around a lot before the walk, she probably would have made the whole way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpTjV6QEI/AAAAAAAAEB8/3sFL48zKUHA/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077611710627906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpTjV6QEI/AAAAAAAAEB8/3sFL48zKUHA/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, me &amp;amp; Maisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSwV9m-NJI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Q9gYjjX0M4Y/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338085349702644882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSwV9m-NJI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Q9gYjjX0M4Y/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie &amp;amp; Maisy = BFF's. Can you see their matching collars? We even got Maisy a new pink harness &amp;amp; leash to match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpUW1JWGI/AAAAAAAAECE/z5GXsonjTwI/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077625531848802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSpUW1JWGI/AAAAAAAAECE/z5GXsonjTwI/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Maze, Mal &amp;amp; Ellie. At this point, Maisy was so tired, she didn't want anything to do with Ellie. But, little Ellie was the sweetest &amp;amp; kept trying to get Maisy to play with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSqENleUTI/AAAAAAAAECM/jtUMfqsnHe8/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338078447683916082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSqENleUTI/AAAAAAAAECM/jtUMfqsnHe8/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had pretty much given up by this point. She was exhausted. She wanted to lay down right here, but it was concrete &amp;amp; heaven forbid the "princess" touch concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSqEY_IsCI/AAAAAAAAECU/e8haACxqeYw/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338078450744340514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSqEY_IsCI/AAAAAAAAECU/e8haACxqeYw/s200/paws+on+the+pavement+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sacked out about 2 minutes after we got in the car. We all had a total blast &amp;amp; can't wait to do it again next year...this time with Avie, Scooter &amp;amp; Meg! And, Mal &amp;amp; Ellie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSvPYAckHI/AAAAAAAAEDk/fp6HZksZqCM/s1600-h/kenny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338084137018101874" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSvPYAckHI/AAAAAAAAEDk/fp6HZksZqCM/s200/kenny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we went to the KENNY CHESNEY concert: me, Matt, Jackson &amp;amp; my sister went. That's me, Jack &amp;amp; Matt getting ready to go into the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSwV9m-NJI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Q9gYjjX0M4Y/s1600-h/paws+on+the+pavement+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9FvA7nI/AAAAAAAAEC8/dLl2BSxgqnI/s1600-h/sisters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338081623852248690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9FvA7nI/AAAAAAAAEC8/dLl2BSxgqnI/s200/sisters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me waiting in line to meet Lady Antebellum. We heard they were going to be signing autographs, so went out to the lobby to get in line. We were SECOND IN LINE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsONYgWzI/AAAAAAAAECc/pJieorQ4f80/s1600-h/kenny+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080818451471154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsONYgWzI/AAAAAAAAECc/pJieorQ4f80/s200/kenny+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture of the band as they were sitting down. Right after that, the security guards yelled at all of us to put our cameras away...no pictures! Bummer. But, they did sign an 8x11 poster picture of themselves &amp;amp; I got to shake Charlie's hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsOa3GHHI/AAAAAAAAECk/zJfWCo287Rw/s1600-h/kenny+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080822069435506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsOa3GHHI/AAAAAAAAECk/zJfWCo287Rw/s200/kenny+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me waiting for KENNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsPOwoavI/AAAAAAAAEC0/TF85dp2BHAo/s1600-h/kenny+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080836000967410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsPOwoavI/AAAAAAAAEC0/TF85dp2BHAo/s200/kenny+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all I swear, he's pointing right at me. Isn't this cool, though? He came out on this lift/chair/type thing &amp;amp; "flew" around the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9en4QlI/AAAAAAAAEDE/zxRNtSdayLY/s1600-h/kenny+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338081630533206610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9en4QlI/AAAAAAAAEDE/zxRNtSdayLY/s200/kenny+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man. So HOTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsONYgWzI/AAAAAAAAECc/pJieorQ4f80/s1600-h/kenny+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9j6a3CI/AAAAAAAAEDM/4psTaAGjPvE/s1600-h/kenny+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338081631953148962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9j6a3CI/AAAAAAAAEDM/4psTaAGjPvE/s200/kenny+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love KENNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsOztRMmI/AAAAAAAAECs/o169GHHoi6I/s1600-h/kenny+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080828739105378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSsOztRMmI/AAAAAAAAECs/o169GHHoi6I/s200/kenny+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &amp;amp; me being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSs9j6a3CI/AAAAAAAAEDM/4psTaAGjPvE/s1600-h/kenny+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSvJxZLUjI/AAAAAAAAEDc/fCMI0sQZ1KI/s1600-h/jack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338084040753500722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSvJxZLUjI/AAAAAAAAEDc/fCMI0sQZ1KI/s200/jack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack fell asleep with his hand over his mouth. He made it through 2 opening acts &amp;amp; half of Kenny before he called it quits. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny was awesome &amp;amp; sang all his old songs that everyone knows all the words to. We had the BEST TIME!!!&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/37035278-1178500776867818421?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1178500776867818421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1178500776867818421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1178500776867818421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1178500776867818421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/paws-on-pavement-kenny-chesney.html' title='Paws on the Pavement &amp; KENNY CHESNEY!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ShSfxb5Ji-I/AAAAAAAAEBU/KsZ1B4mUs8g/s72-c/paws+on+the+pavement+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2985325478037435366</id><published>2009-05-11T19:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:28:20.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blog Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIQnGzxJI/AAAAAAAAD_8/b0NIkrEwcdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733946321355922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIQnGzxJI/AAAAAAAAD_8/b0NIkrEwcdQ/s200/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is a picture of &lt;a href="http://avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; me taken last Saturday at my house. We invited some friends over to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.badlefthook.com/2009/5/2/859875/bad-left-hook-fight-night-ricky"&gt;Ricky Hatton v. Manny Pacquiao&lt;/a&gt; boxing match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(And, boy, what a fight it was. It lasted 5:59 seconds. Pacquiao knocked Hatton OUT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are a faithful reader of my blog, you probably know that Avie was the person I was talking about in my Mother's Day post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today, she found out she &amp;amp; her husband were pregnant. She developed Pre-eclampsia &amp;amp; went into early labor. Baby Girl H was born at almost 23 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived for an hour or so...enough time for Avie &amp;amp; Scooter to hold her &amp;amp; kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that today was going to be a hard day for her, I surprised her at school (she's a kindergarten teacher) with a little gift &amp;amp; a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kids are A-DORABLE. Omigosh, y'all, if you ever need a little cheering up, spend 60 seconds in Avie's classroom with these kids. They'll lift your spirits INSTANTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why Avie loves her job so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjQY87n_9I/AAAAAAAAEA0/8qg4vulYjaw/s1600-h/class"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334742885712003026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjQY87n_9I/AAAAAAAAEA0/8qg4vulYjaw/s200/class" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the kids even drew me pictures. How incredibly sweet is that? It made me feel so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjL3ad_1TI/AAAAAAAAEAc/I0_q0RUoDzA/s1600-h/misc+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334737911478736178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjL3ad_1TI/AAAAAAAAEAc/I0_q0RUoDzA/s200/misc+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjL3AKkJ1I/AAAAAAAAEAU/O_lPrjAippQ/s1600-h/misc+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334737904417908562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjL3AKkJ1I/AAAAAAAAEAU/O_lPrjAippQ/s200/misc+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one says, "Love you Robin! You are beautiful (beflieen)!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avie says when I left they started calling me "Deebow". She told them my name was Robin Teebow (obviously my last name isn't spelled that way, but I'm too paranoid to type it out the real way, even though plenty of you who read my blog know how my name is spelled), but I guess the way the kids heard it was Deebow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avie, you're the best. And, I know one day soon we'll be mom's to little HH &amp;amp; HT (one day soon, maybe I'll blog about our nicknames for what we want to name our boys!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090509/ap_on_en_tv/us_american_idol_allen_3"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/a&gt; (one of the Top 3 on American Idol) came back to Arkansas for the day, to put on several concerts &amp;amp; a parade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend, &lt;a href="http://yazfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sydney&lt;/a&gt; (who used to work with us, but now works for our sister station in NWA) came into town to go to one of the concerts. She brought her sweet little baby, Stella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can't see her little t-shirt, it says, "Kris Allen is Kick Awesome". An American Idol patch is on the back of the shirt. How adorable is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjHfXH94SI/AAAAAAAAD_U/dxmvfUNP-xo/s1600-h/stella.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733100217655586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjHfXH94SI/AAAAAAAAD_U/dxmvfUNP-xo/s200/stella.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIRIpTADI/AAAAAAAAEAM/mNYipYStkN8/s1600-h/kris+allen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733955324379186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIRIpTADI/AAAAAAAAEAM/mNYipYStkN8/s200/kris+allen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can barely see him, but Kris Allen is the one in the middle on stage, wearing a white t-shirt &amp;amp; a leather jacket. He sang 3 songs....2 of them are my absolute FAVES from him: "Falling Slowly" &amp;amp; "Ain't No Sunshine".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kris performs tomorrow night on AI, along with Danny Gokey &amp;amp; Adam Lambert. If you're around, perhaps you could watch &amp;amp; exercise your right to vote (for Kris, that is...).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor, poor Maisy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night, she jumped off a chair in our bedroom &amp;amp; hurt her leg (again). This time, it was really bad. She wouldn't put it down for a long time. When she finally did, she just limped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I took her to the vet Saturday morning to get checked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, it's not broken...most likely it's a sprain. Her doctor gave us some pain medicine, along with puppy Xanax. Yes, that's Xanax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had SO MANY NIGHTS IN A ROW of thunderstorms these past few weeks, that I think it's traumatized her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On or around Night 3 of storms, she started waking up &amp;amp; barking FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT. She sleeps in her crate in the kitchen. There's a night-light in there for her, but I think that when it lightnings, it lights up the room &amp;amp; it scares her. Especially when a VERY LOUD "boom" follows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I decided that while we were at the vet, I'd ask her doctor what she thought we could do about it. She wants us try giving her one Xanax on nights it's supposed to storm to relax her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We haven't given her one yet, because I started having second thoughts. So, we'll see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIPQo8DYI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oDIfLqeMkKw/s1600-h/maisy+face.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733923110620546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIPQo8DYI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oDIfLqeMkKw/s200/maisy+face.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took these 2 pictures to show y'all what she does when she's in the car. She sits on my lap or Matt's lap (whomever is driving) &amp;amp; puts her head on the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjH2Wf3C1I/AAAAAAAAD_s/gL9YbAG8NlE/s1600-h/maisy+nose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733495186426706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjH2Wf3C1I/AAAAAAAAD_s/gL9YbAG8NlE/s200/maisy+nose.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjHfJWHqiI/AAAAAAAAD_M/YgIrEyclGgc/s1600-h/maisy+pillow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733096518920738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjHfJWHqiI/AAAAAAAAD_M/YgIrEyclGgc/s200/maisy+pillow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how she spent Saturday night...her pain medicine makes her sleepy. But, she climbed up on the chair (even though she's not supposed to be jumping) &amp;amp; curled up with her head on the pillow. It was sooooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjH2LVFLQI/AAAAAAAAD_c/FEoIc_HUPYs/s1600-h/maisy+towel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334733492188425474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjH2LVFLQI/AAAAAAAAD_c/FEoIc_HUPYs/s200/maisy+towel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, when I went to get her out of her bed, she was wrapped up in her covers &amp;amp; walked out of her crate with the blanket still around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjHe9b3OXI/AAAAAAAAD_E/8TOT7JcWFuk/s1600-h/2868_1139246114379_1024191236_30413865_6457733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjMhD9GOaI/AAAAAAAAEAk/f41467khIuA/s1600-h/pictures+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334738626989668770" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjMhD9GOaI/AAAAAAAAEAk/f41467khIuA/s200/pictures+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, finally, this is my mom's dog, Cassie. My sister &amp;amp; I gave her to my mom 11 years ago. However, she is almost totally blind &amp;amp; has diabetes. She hasn't been doing well for a while &amp;amp; my mom had to put her to sleep about a week ago. Isn't she sooooo cute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her, but I know she's in a better place now...where she's not sick anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2985325478037435366?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2985325478037435366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2985325478037435366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2985325478037435366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2985325478037435366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-blog-post.html' title='Random Blog Post.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SgjIQnGzxJI/AAAAAAAAD_8/b0NIkrEwcdQ/s72-c/IMG_0871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1972978367157340189</id><published>2009-05-09T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:37:01.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Day Is Here.</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day I put on my bravest face for my mom, mother-in-law, step mom, sister &amp;amp; sister-in-law, but inside my heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it should be MY Mother's Day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not just hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is a hard day for any woman who's lost a baby or child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for one of my besties (you know who you are!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should have been her FIRST Mother's Day. But, it's even more difficult for her because she found out she was pregnant the day after Mother's Day last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just like me, she has an awesome support system in her husband &amp;amp; both their families. We've also found a support system in each other &amp;amp; that's been so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it'll be my first Mother's Day where I don't feel so alone. I know there's someone else who understands EXACTLY the sadness this day holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to hide my feelings from her. And, that feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I thank God everyday that He put you in my life. Our friendship means soooo much to me. I know that our losses brought us together, but I love that we have so much more than that in common. And, I believe that one day soon we'll both be blessed with babies &amp;amp; it'll be so much fun to be mom's together (to HH &amp;amp; HT...ha, ha). Love you!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-1972978367157340189?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1972978367157340189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1972978367157340189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1972978367157340189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1972978367157340189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaded-day-is-here.html' title='The Dreaded Day Is Here.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7082406933450236522</id><published>2009-05-07T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:12:38.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Add This To The List of Things I Will Never Do Again.</title><content type='html'>Eat an ENTIRE BAG of Dove Chocolate &amp;amp; Carmel Bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-MAH-GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly was so full &amp;amp; bloated by the end of the day yesterday, that it was hanging over my pants that I had to UNBUTTON them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7082406933450236522?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7082406933450236522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7082406933450236522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7082406933450236522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7082406933450236522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/add-this-to-list-of-things-i-will-never.html' title='Add This To The List of Things I Will Never Do Again.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5492567697686629666</id><published>2009-05-03T17:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:21:40.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Cuteness in One Little Post.</title><content type='html'>Omigosh, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are these dog collars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Mallory, got her dog Ellie one a few weeks ago. When me &amp;amp; my friend &lt;a href="http://avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie&lt;/a&gt; (who is also Mallory's sister in law) saw it, we knew Meg &amp;amp; Maisy HAD to have one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since we're all doing &lt;a href="http://www.careforanimals.org/"&gt;Paws on the Pavement&lt;/a&gt; together on May 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you know Maisy, Ellie &amp;amp; Meggy Bone HAVE to match!!! Because they will be the ultimate BFF's...they just don't know it yet! Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collars &amp;amp; rhinestone letters are all the rage in the canine fashion world. They're all sold separately &lt;a href="http://www.petco.com/?cm_ven=YahooPBR&amp;amp;cm_cat=Petco_Online&amp;amp;cm_pla=www.petco&amp;amp;cm_ite=xxx"&gt;PetCo&lt;/a&gt;. I think my total for Maisy's was about $35 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't these 3 be SO CUTE at Paws on the Pavement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-DORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4heTm7JxI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jR6FLtxS7pE/s1600-h/bling+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331735813396571922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4heTm7JxI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jR6FLtxS7pE/s200/bling+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4gomxtkSI/AAAAAAAAD-s/2vkElOcVnaM/s1600-h/meg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734890829156642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4gomxtkSI/AAAAAAAAD-s/2vkElOcVnaM/s200/meg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4go7v8dZI/AAAAAAAAD-0/1hFzhpqCXQo/s1600-h/ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331734896458888594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4go7v8dZI/AAAAAAAAD-0/1hFzhpqCXQo/s200/ellie.jpg" border="0" /&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/37035278-5492567697686629666?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5492567697686629666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5492567697686629666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5492567697686629666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5492567697686629666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-cuteness-in-one-little-post.html' title='So Much Cuteness in One Little Post.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Sf4heTm7JxI/AAAAAAAAD-8/jR6FLtxS7pE/s72-c/bling+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1663871524124038654</id><published>2009-04-25T22:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:47:07.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Big Day. Not For Her. For Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SfPSVmwqtGI/AAAAAAAAD-U/qfmF0vfFgxg/s1600-h/riley2+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328834052733187170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SfPSVmwqtGI/AAAAAAAAD-U/qfmF0vfFgxg/s200/riley2+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look who's sitting in her brand new pink &amp;amp; purple booster seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept Riley &amp;amp; J-Man for a few hours today &amp;amp; when I picked them up from my mom's house the first thing Riley said to me was "Rah-Rah, you still have to get me a booster seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, okay, the FIRST thing she said was "Hi Rah-Rah. Where's Mop?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to take Riley to get pedicure's (but, she changed her mind), but before we went to the mall, we went to Target &amp;amp; I let her pick out a booster seat. (&lt;em&gt;Sniff, sniff&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the same one that she has in my sister's car, only because that's the only one they had. But, she told me it was okay since she doesn't ride in both cars at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How smart is she? Seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out her car seat &amp;amp; set up her booster seat for her when we got back to my car. She was SO excited. She smiled the whole way to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pretzels &amp;amp; Diet Cokes when we got to the mall. When she decided she didn't want a pedi, we went to Old Navy &amp;amp; she picked out a new bathing suit &amp;amp; purple jelly shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remember jelly shoes? I had a pair in EVERY color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad knowing we're done with car seats (until I have a baby, that is), but seeing how happy she is, makes me happy. (&lt;em&gt;Sniff&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jackson &amp;amp; Mop had a big day. Mop took him to the sports store &amp;amp; Jack got 2 golf clubs &amp;amp; a golf glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they went to the driving range &amp;amp; hit golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's been asking for a while now, for Matt to take him golfing. They would have played a few holes, but Matt wanted to make sure Jackson was going to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the smile on his face, you can bet he had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SfPWKzm7G5I/AAAAAAAAD-k/34yGZSfff20/s1600-h/misc+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328838265249930130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SfPWKzm7G5I/AAAAAAAAD-k/34yGZSfff20/s200/misc+070.JPG" border="0" /&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/37035278-1663871524124038654?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1663871524124038654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1663871524124038654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1663871524124038654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1663871524124038654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-big-day-not-for-her-for-me.html' title='It Was a Big Day. 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It's just too funny to keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day last week, I ran to K*Mart after work because I realized I was out of Diet Cokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to find a front parking spot at K*Mart than it is at Wal*mart (mainly because NOBODY shops at K*Mart anymore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took my Diet Cokes up to the check out line (where I didn't have to wait in line because remember, NOBODY shops there...except me on this particular day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The checker lady scanned them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid with my debit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to see my driver's license to make I was who it said I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at my last name &amp;amp; asks me how to pronouce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI: It's pronounced Tee-bow, but that's not how it's spelled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then she asks me: "Is he black?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a second to realize she was talking about my husband &amp;amp; asking if he's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Who? My husband?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she replies, "Yeah.  Black, Chinese or Asian or something?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respond: "Um, no, he's white.  His last name is French-Cajun.  From South Louisiana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks about this for a second or two &amp;amp; asks me where South Louisiana is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her New Orleans &amp;amp; Baton Rouge are in South Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "So, is he from France or Louisiana?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at a loss for words here, so I pretend like I'm getting a text &amp;amp; start digging in my purse for my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put my phone back in my purse, she hands me back my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am putting that back in my wallet, she says: "Sorry I asked if your husband was black.  It just looked like a black name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware that names had a color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I smile at her &amp;amp; tell her that's okay...not to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some strange conversations in my life, y'all, but this one just might have been THE craziest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5003184217513540949?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5003184217513540949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5003184217513540949&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5003184217513540949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5003184217513540949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversation-with-k-mart-checker.html' title='A Conversation with a K-Mart Checker.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-621148974669108533</id><published>2009-04-12T17:26:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:21:10.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas Derby Day 2009 &amp; Some Other Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it really been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO WEEKS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since I last posted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever gone this long without writing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMEthing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some big excuse to explain my absence, like I've been on a fabulous beach vacation for 2 weeks or I won a million dollars &amp;amp; I've been decorating my brand new mansion for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that would be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Derby Day at &lt;a href="http://www.oaklawn.com/"&gt;Oaklawn Park&lt;/a&gt; in Hot Springs on Saturday. Matt &amp;amp; I went with several of our friends: Greg, &lt;a href="http://www.avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie &amp;amp; Scooter&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; some of their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather couldn't have been better...sunny &amp;amp; warm, but not too warm, thanks to a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although towards the end of the day, my legs were KILLING me...too much walking around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bet on some races, but I think my total winnings only added up to $7.00. That's fine because I only bet $2 per race. Big spender, I know. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG winner of the day was Scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11th race was the 73rd running of the Arkansas Derby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Number 8, &lt;em&gt;Old Fashion&lt;/em&gt;, was the favorite. So, naturally, I bet on him to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, naturally, he didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in 2nd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa Clem&lt;/em&gt; won...which means he has the option of running in the Kentucky Derby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt says &lt;em&gt;Old Fashion&lt;/em&gt; will also race in the Kentucky Derby. I guess because he got 2nd? I don't know...I didn't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt7DcUyHI/AAAAAAAAD7I/pHWk_BsXJOs/s1600-h/races+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938570809165938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt7DcUyHI/AAAAAAAAD7I/pHWk_BsXJOs/s200/races+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt7QSEAiI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/pTUEdA-PNaY/s1600-h/races+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938574255784482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt7QSEAiI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/pTUEdA-PNaY/s200/races+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter with his winning ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLMKtMqI/AAAAAAAAD7o/1xvsyRPCzgc/s1600-h/races+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323939947540722338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLMKtMqI/AAAAAAAAD7o/1xvsyRPCzgc/s200/races+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avie &amp;amp; me. If you read my blog, you know Avie has also suffered loss like I have. I just have to thank her for listening to me yesterday. I am so thankful that God put her in my life. Our stories of loss linked us in the beginning, but as our friendship has grown, it's now not the only thing that connects us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt8dblpkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/z_u1chPWRjM/s1600-h/races+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938594965268034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt8dblpkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/z_u1chPWRjM/s200/races+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The horses are nearing the starting gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUv0oDuI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/4lauMkFDQF8/s1600-h/races+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941211242237666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUv0oDuI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/4lauMkFDQF8/s200/races+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses are in the starting gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx9THu_PI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/ID72T2r8PJs/s1600-h/races+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943007424019698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx9THu_PI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/ID72T2r8PJs/s200/races+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, they're off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt8Hkdm0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/hDc6Mi2wDeI/s1600-h/races+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323938589096909634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt8Hkdm0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/hDc6Mi2wDeI/s200/races+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg &amp;amp; Matt. How cute is Matt's hat? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLVMN-9I/AAAAAAAAD7w/ddzj-LVFPU0/s1600-h/races+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323939949962984402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLVMN-9I/AAAAAAAAD7w/ddzj-LVFPU0/s200/races+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we win anything? Greg did. We didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLh6z6mI/AAAAAAAAD74/ipxu9GzMgEM/s1600-h/races+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323939953379633762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJvLh6z6mI/AAAAAAAAD74/ipxu9GzMgEM/s200/races+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite horse. You know, the one that DIDN'T win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt8Hkdm0I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/hDc6Mi2wDeI/s1600-h/races+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUClrVBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/C9AkHAD1KQA/s1600-h/races+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941199099941906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUClrVBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/C9AkHAD1KQA/s200/races+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were leaving Oaklawn, the guy was already painting over last year's Derby winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUab_ePI/AAAAAAAAD8I/g6hm_p-9Afw/s1600-h/races+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323941205501769970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJwUab_ePI/AAAAAAAAD8I/g6hm_p-9Afw/s200/races+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rolls was parked in the car wash parking lot where we parked. Matt wanted his picture by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, one of my very, very good friends that I've known since 4th grade had a baby shower for baby Anabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-yateses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; is due on June 21st. And, I am so excited for her. She's going to be an excellent mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great to see her, as I don't get to see her very often since she lives in Texas. But, that's where cell phones &amp;amp; e-mail come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx9pDqVuI/AAAAAAAAD8g/QFtXMfmZRuM/s1600-h/party+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943013312517858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx9pDqVuI/AAAAAAAAD8g/QFtXMfmZRuM/s200/party+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;********** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week, an old co-worker of ours, Mark D., came into town for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to do the weather at our tv station, but now does it for a station in the northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of us went out to dinner. The weather was perfect, so we sat outside. It was great seeing Mark again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ2rUrKAwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/en8D4NBphMc/s1600-h/party+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323948196161520386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ2rUrKAwI/AAAAAAAAD-I/en8D4NBphMc/s200/party+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie, Mark &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx-cLxpgI/AAAAAAAAD8w/vO1jafDmliI/s1600-h/party+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943027036759554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx-cLxpgI/AAAAAAAAD8w/vO1jafDmliI/s200/party+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Alice. We also used to work with Alice. But, then she got a really cool job working on Mike Huckabee's presidential campaign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx-OBt67I/AAAAAAAAD8o/ba8D8l8KPrM/s1600-h/party+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943023236475826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJx-OBt67I/AAAAAAAAD8o/ba8D8l8KPrM/s200/party+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mark &amp;amp; Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJyssV1rdI/AAAAAAAAD9A/1Fu_OLeSLnA/s1600-h/party+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943821647916498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJyssV1rdI/AAAAAAAAD9A/1Fu_OLeSLnA/s200/party+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Mark &amp;amp; Matt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, a bunch of us from work went out to celebrate our new producer's 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. How freaking OLD does that make me feel? Pretty darn old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJznpWwwWI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Y2VXyzVygrw/s1600-h/party+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944834458763618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJznpWwwWI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Y2VXyzVygrw/s200/party+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Josh handing over his driver's license for his first LEGAL drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzn2SqxXI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/YpbYwvXMvY8/s1600-h/party+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944837931255154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzn2SqxXI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/YpbYwvXMvY8/s200/party+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory made cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzoWKXsWI/AAAAAAAAD9g/rQS3JuM9Nx0/s1600-h/party+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944846486384994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzoWKXsWI/AAAAAAAAD9g/rQS3JuM9Nx0/s200/party+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of our meteorologist's, Greg D. He is crazy, y'all. But, good crazy. And, an awesome dancer. Here he is multi-tasking: dancing, taking pictures &amp;amp; texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzoDr6qDI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oTrQLcVmmtA/s1600-h/party+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944841526814770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzoDr6qDI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oTrQLcVmmtA/s200/party+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Greg, Greg &amp;amp; Casey just getting warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzn2SqxXI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/YpbYwvXMvY8/s1600-h/party+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0m37NgOI/AAAAAAAAD-A/GRGi6kPA2DM/s1600-h/party+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945920701497570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0m37NgOI/AAAAAAAAD-A/GRGi6kPA2DM/s200/party+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party people, put your hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0m0zyGDI/AAAAAAAAD94/L64_YioyECo/s1600-h/party+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945919865034802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0m0zyGDI/AAAAAAAAD94/L64_YioyECo/s200/party+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's 3rd shot of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0mRa-vPI/AAAAAAAAD9o/wgA1CNCGYlA/s1600-h/party+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945910365764850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0mRa-vPI/AAAAAAAAD9o/wgA1CNCGYlA/s200/party+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Josh. Producers rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0mimH5hI/AAAAAAAAD9w/DV1_6bFHen0/s1600-h/party+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945914975905298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJ0mimH5hI/AAAAAAAAD9w/DV1_6bFHen0/s200/party+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group shot of the girls: Lauren, Lauren, Melissa &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJzoDr6qDI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/oTrQLcVmmtA/s1600-h/party+015.JPG"&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&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/37035278-621148974669108533?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/621148974669108533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=621148974669108533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/621148974669108533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/621148974669108533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/04/arkansas-derby-day-2009-some-other.html' title='Arkansas Derby Day 2009 &amp; Some Other Stuff.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SeJt7DcUyHI/AAAAAAAAD7I/pHWk_BsXJOs/s72-c/races+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3258995200738918157</id><published>2009-03-29T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:19:25.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rock. According to My Nephew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdAs1cU57aI/AAAAAAAAD6o/nyFDRNEUjIw/s1600-h/i+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318800456573119906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdAs1cU57aI/AAAAAAAAD6o/nyFDRNEUjIw/s200/i+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell, this is a drawing of me, courtesy of my 7 year old nephew, Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an egg-shaped mid-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick arms &amp;amp; legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 fingers per "hand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, flipper-feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides hugs &amp;amp; kisses, this drawing means more to me than anything Jackson has given me. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson made this yesterday, while he &amp;amp; Riley were over at our house, hanging out &amp;amp; playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley's OBSESSED with coming over to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the last time she &amp;amp; Jack spent the night with us (about a month ago), my sister says she asks just about everyday if it's time to go back to Rah-Rah &amp;amp; Mop's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're not a faithful reader of this blog, "Mop" is what they call Matt...although now, they also call him "my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moppie&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moppie&lt;/span&gt;". It started when Riley was 18 months old. We were trying to get her to say "Matt". She had a cold &amp;amp; her nose was stopped up, so it came out sounding like "Mop". We thought it was so cute...and, it just stuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the fact that she wants to come over &amp;amp; play with us. I never knew it was possible for a 4 year old to make ME feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here I thought I was supposed to make HER feel special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how love works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning around 11:30am, I get a phone call from Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Rah-Rah. Can I come to your house today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Sissy! You want to come to my house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Can you draw a rainbow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here is where I must the rainbow business. For the past 2 years or so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she has come over, we always get out the markers &amp;amp; paper &amp;amp; sit at the kitchen table &amp;amp; draw. The first thing she ALWAYS asks for is a rainbow. She tells me what colors she wants &amp;amp; what order &amp;amp; I draw it. And, then she usually asks me to write her name by it...each letter in a different color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say no to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Matt &amp;amp; I pick both Riley &amp;amp; Jackson up &amp;amp; we went to the mall to get Matt's hair cut. While we were there, we had to get pretzels. It's a tradition. Go to mall. Get pretzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2EXkliEI/AAAAAAAAD6w/kuA9kEjzUzc/s1600-h/pretzels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810608599402562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2EXkliEI/AAAAAAAAD6w/kuA9kEjzUzc/s200/pretzels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also got balloon animals. Riley got a purple teddy bear &amp;amp; Jackson got a black &amp;amp; grey sword &amp;amp; belt. Except that the sword popped in the car, so Jack turned it into a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2E-eT-NI/AAAAAAAAD7A/QKyWJgvX8bg/s1600-h/riley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810619042068690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2E-eT-NI/AAAAAAAAD7A/QKyWJgvX8bg/s200/riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is holding the popped sword. She made it into a "jumpy thing" for her bear to bounce up &amp;amp; down on. (Yes, she's in a car seat because I haven't had time to get her a booster seat yet. But, she didn't complain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2Ex0Hb7I/AAAAAAAAD64/P3Jitjn8X1Q/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318810615643860914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdA2Ex0Hb7I/AAAAAAAAD64/P3Jitjn8X1Q/s200/jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's trying to be &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;still so that his new hat doesn't fall off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we got to our house, Mop &amp;amp; Jack played football on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, while Riley &amp;amp; I drew...you guessed it: a rainbow! We also drew a birthday cake with candles &amp;amp; balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played checkers &amp;amp; a muddy game of touch football in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had fun playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maisy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; trying to get her to chase them around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have worn Riley out because on the drive back to my sister's house, we did everything we could to keep her awake...which included playing Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chesney's&lt;/span&gt; new song over &amp;amp; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were disappointed they couldn't spend the night with us, but Matt &amp;amp; I already had plans to go to a local bar &amp;amp; watch his friends' band play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, by the way, they ROCKED! If you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; (which, who doesn't?), search for &lt;em&gt;Fundamental Elements&lt;/em&gt;. The lead singer's a guy Matt graduated high school with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was awesome to get to spend the day with J &amp;amp; Riley. We sure do love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-3258995200738918157?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3258995200738918157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3258995200738918157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3258995200738918157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3258995200738918157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-rock-according-to-my-nephew.html' title='I Rock. According to My Nephew.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SdAs1cU57aI/AAAAAAAAD6o/nyFDRNEUjIw/s72-c/i+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6330590405088766674</id><published>2009-03-26T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:53:51.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up.</title><content type='html'>I knew this day was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd be sad when it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knew that when it did, there would be nothing I could do to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious, beautiful, wonderful 4-year-old niece, Riley, is now the proud owner of a brand new purple &amp;amp; pink BOOSTER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got BIG KID status now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called me this morning &amp;amp; said Riley wanted to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got on the phone &amp;amp; with sheer excitement, said "Rah-Rah!! Mommy got me a new pink &amp;amp; purple booster seat!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so proud of herself because now she gets to be just like her big brother in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved Jackson from a car seat to a booster seat, I was sad, but not as sad as I am with Riley.  Because Riley was still in a car seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there would be at least 3 years before she moved to a booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that this weekend, Matt &amp;amp; I will have to go buy her a booster seat for her to use in our car.  I can just feel the lump in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if that's not enough, I also realized today that my oldest niece will be EIGHT in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could just freeze time for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6330590405088766674?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6330590405088766674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6330590405088766674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6330590405088766674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6330590405088766674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2312445650260888628</id><published>2009-03-22T21:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:15:02.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our (Almost) Finished Entryway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Matt &amp;amp; I decided on a color that wasn't one of the 2 (3) choices. We ended up picking "Pastel Sage" (thanks to the help from Matt's mom). And, it's very pretty. We like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scbzm5B8Q8I/AAAAAAAAD5w/njyrhfH4tCY/s1600-h/painting+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204259626992578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scbzm5B8Q8I/AAAAAAAAD5w/njyrhfH4tCY/s200/painting+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the primer &amp;amp; paint last Friday night after work. It was rainy &amp;amp; stormy that night, so it made for perfect painting weather (inside painting, that is). We started priming at 9:30 or 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we really thought we'd finish the priming that night, but we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, actually we finished about 1am Saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we ran some errands, then came home &amp;amp; starting painting. It only took us about 4 hours to do the whole entryway (it's not that big of an area). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzmoKJblI/AAAAAAAAD5o/sj01ZxkxL_k/s1600-h/painting+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204255098007122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzmoKJblI/AAAAAAAAD5o/sj01ZxkxL_k/s200/painting+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzneRmviI/AAAAAAAAD54/wlVxzkJ8ehk/s1600-h/painting+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204269624802850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzneRmviI/AAAAAAAAD54/wlVxzkJ8ehk/s200/painting+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's feet. He spent the majority of the time on the ladder painting the top half of the walls &amp;amp; it was hot up there, so he took off his shirt. He thinks he's fat (which he's NOT) &amp;amp; he wouldn't let me take a picture of his upper half. So, I got his feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzovonL_I/AAAAAAAAD6A/tMYPq1ECXE4/s1600-h/painting+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204291464572914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/ScbzovonL_I/AAAAAAAAD6A/tMYPq1ECXE4/s200/painting+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no pictures of me painting because I'm the "picture taker", so I took one of my hand to show that yes, I painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2owaLNmI/AAAAAAAAD6I/5FaJDPkIfr0/s1600-h/finished+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316207590207338082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2owaLNmI/AAAAAAAAD6I/5FaJDPkIfr0/s200/finished+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went shopping around town to find pieces for the entryway. This is the view of the front door if you're standing in the living room. I have had that vase looking thing for a few years now...I bought the fake grass stuff at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2qmmJ4kI/AAAAAAAAD6g/JGfD_4j16Qw/s1600-h/finished+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316207621932966466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2qmmJ4kI/AAAAAAAAD6g/JGfD_4j16Qw/s200/finished+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The picture we found at Kirkland's. My picture of the picture doesn't show all the green that's in it. You'll just have to take my word for it that it matches &amp;amp; really brings out the green on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2qXfWW_I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/BvP10msoC2g/s1600-h/finished+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316207617877892082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2qXfWW_I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/BvP10msoC2g/s200/finished+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you walk towards the front door, this little area is to the left. I've had the lamp for a while, but Maisy chewed the cord off, so Matt had to buy a new cord/plug kit to fix it. There's no outlet in the entryway (why, I don't know), so we'll have to get an electrician to put one in. The frame to the left is our "bargain" deal we found at Target. It was on sale for $9.99. The pictures in the frame are ones we have taken on some of our vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2p73f6zI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z9eWdv_pEHU/s1600-h/finished+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316207610462989106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2p73f6zI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z9eWdv_pEHU/s200/finished+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the same area (see the lamp?). The table (that you can't see very well) is an antique. It's been in my family for years. I got the table runner at Kirkland's, as well as the thing on the wall (which is Matt's favorite purchase). I need to put a small candle on that little ledge. I'm also not finished decorating the table. I plan to put a framed picture, as well as a small plant or something on the top of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, there you have it. What do you think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully, we'll do the hardwood floors in April...that's when the place we're buying it from is having a big sale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2p73f6zI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z9eWdv_pEHU/s1600-h/finished+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scb2p73f6zI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z9eWdv_pEHU/s1600-h/finished+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2312445650260888628?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2312445650260888628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2312445650260888628&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2312445650260888628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2312445650260888628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-almost-finished-entryway.html' title='Our (Almost) Finished Entryway.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/Scbzm5B8Q8I/AAAAAAAAD5w/njyrhfH4tCY/s72-c/painting+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6014105582824466684</id><published>2009-03-12T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:14:45.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Good Day.</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time to write, but I have two MAJOR prayer requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is my mom's best friend's husband, Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was having horrible stomach pain Sunday afternoon &amp;amp; went to the emergency room. Doctors ran test after test &amp;amp; diagnosed him with Stage 4 colon cancer, as well as liver cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 47 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is for my mom's family. Her aunt passed away last night. Well, she's my aunt, too. I guess my great aunt, right? She's my granddad's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's been sick, but was getting better &amp;amp; then she fell. While in rehab, she was unresponsive. But, a few days later, she woke up &amp;amp; was doing really good, or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister &amp;amp; I were even planning a trip to Houston to visit her in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please pray for Bud &amp;amp; for my mom &amp;amp; our family. This is a lot for my mom to handle at once &amp;amp; she's really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later, especially about Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6014105582824466684?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6014105582824466684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6014105582824466684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6014105582824466684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6014105582824466684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-good-day.html' title='Not A Good Day.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-629449322699309232</id><published>2009-03-09T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:29:04.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SbWydHPBEWI/AAAAAAAAD5g/-oeSXvTZ6XM/s1600-h/races+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347548781351266" style="WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SbWydHPBEWI/AAAAAAAAD5g/-oeSXvTZ6XM/s200/races+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you like some pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll have to ask my husband first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he bought all 5 boxes (with TWO slices of pie in EACH box) to eat all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found these when we were grocery shopping at Wal*Mart on Friday night. However, not sure he would like it, he only bought one box of the peanut butter pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to his delight, he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate one piece Friday after dinner &amp;amp; the other piece Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I got home from shopping yesterday, this is what I found in the freezer. A HUGE stack of pies. 3 peanut butter (or really 6) &amp;amp; 2 key lime (or really 4) pie boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your math skills are like mine (i.e.: they suck), that's TEN PIECES OF PIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't even been 24 hours &amp;amp; 2 boxes are already gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, to be fair, he DID share one of the peanut butter pies with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-629449322699309232?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/629449322699309232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=629449322699309232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/629449322699309232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/629449322699309232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/pie-anyone.html' title='Pie, Anyone?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SbWydHPBEWI/AAAAAAAAD5g/-oeSXvTZ6XM/s72-c/races+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2010986060141811167</id><published>2009-03-01T16:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:37:22.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrowed Down.</title><content type='html'>Ok, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we have narrowed down our choices for flooring &amp;amp; paint to 2 (each).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, WE HAVE DECIDED NOT TO PAINT THE WALLS RED OR PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two pictures of the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIhL5eomI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/SbQo9vPjtLc/s1600-h/floor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345952008839778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIhL5eomI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/SbQo9vPjtLc/s200/floor4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called "Tobacco Road".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIg7AyIsI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/JMS4kUUJ1lM/s1600-h/floor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345947476075202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIg7AyIsI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/JMS4kUUJ1lM/s200/floor3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what this one is called. I tried to zoom into the picture to see what it says on the label, but I couldn't read it. So, we'll just call this one brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIglH27FI/AAAAAAAAD5I/2Fl_L7yNdN4/s1600-h/paint+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345941600169042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIglH27FI/AAAAAAAAD5I/2Fl_L7yNdN4/s200/paint+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the paint choices. The one on the left is called &lt;em&gt;"Sea Grass"&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; the one on the right is &lt;em&gt;"Apple".&lt;/em&gt; I really like the Sea Grass, but I included the Apple to get your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIgjhtK4I/AAAAAAAAD5A/JT8teYfZnQU/s1600-h/paint+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345941171710850" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIgjhtK4I/AAAAAAAAD5A/JT8teYfZnQU/s200/paint+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one we like on this sample is at the top, &lt;em&gt;"Aloe Essence".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a guy coming out on Friday to give us an estimate on how much it would cost to do hardwood in the entryway &amp;amp; kitchen. We're probably not going to do the kitchen right now, UNLESS he quotes us a really, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;good deal. I don't see that happening though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do y'all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2010986060141811167?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2010986060141811167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2010986060141811167&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2010986060141811167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2010986060141811167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/03/narrowed-down.html' title='Narrowed Down.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SasIhL5eomI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/SbQo9vPjtLc/s72-c/floor4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2203008969380461450</id><published>2009-02-27T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:44:21.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Cousin's New Venture.</title><content type='html'>You guys remember when my cousin, Alice, got married in November in Dallas, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same weekend I got to meet Laura...(a.k.a. My Name is Boom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to you now isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice put together a wonderful picture montage with music that played during the rehearsal dinner. But, her creativity didn't end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also put together &lt;em&gt;"Welcome to Dallas"&lt;/em&gt; goody bags for her guests, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her wedding, she decided she wanted to continue doing these crafty projects for other brides (maybe even kid birthday parties)...and, thus her new venture came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even has an adorable website, detailing some of the projects she did for her wedding &amp;amp; would love to do for you...or someone you know who's getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is click &lt;a href="http://www.alicemonroe.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit &lt;em&gt;Alice Monroe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not in the middle of planning a wedding, or shower, or birthday party, check her out anyway! At the very least, maybe you could add her site to your blog? For me? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, you can find her contact information on her site. Or, you can always leave a comment here or e-mail me. I'll be sure to pass along your questions/comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go &lt;a href="http://www.alicemonroe.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2203008969380461450?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2203008969380461450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2203008969380461450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2203008969380461450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2203008969380461450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-out-my-cousins-new-venture.html' title='Check Out My Cousin&apos;s New Venture.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3136184669380087792</id><published>2009-02-22T20:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:48:21.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice Wanted: Hardwood Floors.</title><content type='html'>So, I think Matt &amp;amp; I have decided to tear out the tile in our entryway &amp;amp; put in hardwood flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also going to paint over the yellow walls...(sorry, dad...I know you love that color).&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;We know we want a dark hardwood floor, but because our front door is so dark, we don't want the floor to be too dark, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where you guys come in, my wonderful, kind, better-decorators-than-me bloggy friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6Tp7DiI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/f4RH4oPc5OU/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813108797410850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6Tp7DiI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/f4RH4oPc5OU/s200/hardwood+floors+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the color of our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6nFaQRI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Nqyk2U9YlPQ/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813114012975378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6nFaQRI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Nqyk2U9YlPQ/s200/hardwood+floors+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a full picture of the door...yes, I know the picture looks dark, but hopefully you can get a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6rWq3fI/AAAAAAAAD4g/5k1w9gJcTOY/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813115159109106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6rWq3fI/AAAAAAAAD4g/5k1w9gJcTOY/s200/hardwood+floors+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are our 3 choices of flooring. The picture kind of makes the middle one &amp;amp; the one of the right look lighter than I think they actually are. So try to imagine a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6x0RECI/AAAAAAAAD4o/QLWgwITgWrk/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813116893859874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6x0RECI/AAAAAAAAD4o/QLWgwITgWrk/s200/hardwood+floors+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll call this one: Floor Choice #1. (I think this is the one on the left in the picture with all 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaIJnrwZmKI/AAAAAAAAD44/PXM1JKonvMc/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813888361142434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaIJnrwZmKI/AAAAAAAAD44/PXM1JKonvMc/s200/hardwood+floors+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll call this one: Floor Choice #2. (I think this is the one on the right in the picture of all 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaIJnTNMqjI/AAAAAAAAD4w/YSX6YO9wtxE/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813881771043378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaIJnTNMqjI/AAAAAAAAD4w/YSX6YO9wtxE/s200/hardwood+floors+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll call this one: Floor Choice #3. (By process of elimination, I think this is the one in the middle of the picture of all 3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6F6q9UI/AAAAAAAAD4I/h3UYiNKr3N8/s1600-h/hardwood+floors+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305813105109562690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6F6q9UI/AAAAAAAAD4I/h3UYiNKr3N8/s200/hardwood+floors+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this is the current wall color. I am thinking I'd like to paint the walls a color in the red/pink family. Maybe mauve. But, maybe lighter than mauve? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color can't be too dark because then it would blend in with the dark floor &amp;amp; dark door. I think the walls need to POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating is not my speciality AT ALL. And, I am not ashamed to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, help me. &lt;em&gt;Puh-leez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the comment section, please tell me what color floor you like better (Choice #1, #2 or #3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please give me some paint color suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get the paint color picked out, I can shop for artwork &amp;amp; things to put on the walls. And, I'm sure I'll need your help again, deciding what would look good where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your opinion!&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/37035278-3136184669380087792?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3136184669380087792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3136184669380087792&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3136184669380087792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3136184669380087792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice-wanted-hardwood-floors.html' title='Advice Wanted: Hardwood Floors.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SaII6Tp7DiI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/f4RH4oPc5OU/s72-c/hardwood+floors+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-9016606372976870619</id><published>2009-02-17T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:05:55.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Kassie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SZt3QvguOSI/AAAAAAAAD4A/1AgpzzDwyZM/s1600-h/maisy+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303964115674216738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SZt3QvguOSI/AAAAAAAAD4A/1AgpzzDwyZM/s200/maisy+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthismomentiamhappy.blogspot.com/?zx=ef6774c04a44e22"&gt;Kassie&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; I live very close to each other, which we've known for a while, but just haven't actually met in person until last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ate a yummy dinner at a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; grill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our conversation was very good. We talked about our husbands, college days, living in Arkansas, our pets, our families &amp;amp; babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also discovered that my geography skills SUCK. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, inside joke!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was SO nervous about meeting her, though. I was worried she wouldn't like how I talked or that she would think I was a big dork (which I am) or that she just flat out wouldn't like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It almost felt like a first date. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turns out, I had nothing to worry about. I think we hit it off very well. We had plenty to talk about; we laughed a lot; and, we definitely want to hang out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We MIGHT even include our husbands next time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am just SO THANKFUL at the friendships I have formed from blogging. When I started my blog, I never would have thought I would actually MEET some of you, in person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://mbkimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://amomontheverge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://bresnan3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; now &lt;a href="http://inthismomentiamhappy.blogspot.com/?zx=52bd11655447ef5c"&gt;Kassie&lt;/a&gt;, I just feel so fortunate to know such an awesome group of girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-9016606372976870619?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9016606372976870619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=9016606372976870619&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/9016606372976870619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/9016606372976870619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/meeting-kassie.html' title='Meeting Kassie.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SZt3QvguOSI/AAAAAAAAD4A/1AgpzzDwyZM/s72-c/maisy+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7999448472365278966</id><published>2009-02-15T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:18:22.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Me..Er..Let Me Interview You.</title><content type='html'>So, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend, &lt;a href="http://inthismomentiamhappy.blogspot.com/?zx=afd85771d0a89f01"&gt;Kassie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;who I get to meet in person tomorrow night&lt;/em&gt;, answered a 5-question interview on her blog &amp;amp; as part of the game, we're supposed to ask her to interview us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you want to...it's not required or anything, but it's fun...and, a different way to learn new things about each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, I asked her to interview me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;THE DIRECTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you would like me to interview you, leave me a comment saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Interview&lt;/span&gt; Me" &amp;amp; I will email you the questions (I pick the questions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. What is your favorite thing about Matt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Do I have to pick just one?  I have so many.  But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess it's the feeling of HOME that he gives me.  We don't even have to be in the same room...just knowing he's HERE with me is comfort.  It's kind of like when you're really frustrated &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothing's&lt;/span&gt; going your way &amp;amp; you're about to lose it...AND THEN, you see that one person who you KNOW can make you feel better instantly &amp;amp; you just start crying because it's just a relief &amp;amp; so comforting just to SEE that person.  That's what Matt is to me.  He's my home, my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Tell us about the person from your childhood who most influenced who you are today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's see...It would have to be my aunt Lauretta (my mom's sister).  Not only did she influence me when I was younger, she still does today.  She is the most Godly person I know.  She loves you no matter what; she judges no one; she doesn't push &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt; on a person...she simply gives you her opinion &amp;amp; then lets you decide for yourself.  If there is such thing as a "perfect person", she's it. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. I know you guys love to travel. If money and time off were no object, where would you go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;...where wouldn't we go?  I would love to go to Paris (for the obvious reasons), Switzerland &amp;amp; back to our honeymoon spot: Paradise Island, Bahamas.  But, this time, we'd rent the $200,000 a night suite that includes your own butler, driver &amp;amp; maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrity crush is 100% most definitely KENNY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHESNEY&lt;/span&gt;!  And, no, he is NOT gay, so don't even think it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. You are at Sonic during happy hour. What drink to you get?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny about this question is that I LOVE Sonic milkshakes....but, you can't get those during happy hour.  No fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7999448472365278966?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7999448472365278966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7999448472365278966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7999448472365278966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7999448472365278966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-meerlet-me-interview-you.html' title='Interview Me..Er..Let Me Interview You.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8416219679894644158</id><published>2009-02-12T19:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:20:45.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're On TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I were asked to tell our story about how we met (almost 11 years ago!) for a promo that our TV station was doing for Valentine's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's called the "Sweetest Love Story". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This promo played during commercial breaks, to get viewers to go to our website &amp;amp; tell their love story. The winner gets a Valentine's Day prize package. Of course, we couldn't enter or win since we work for the station, but that's okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you live in Arkansas, you may have already seen it, but if not, take a look. I HATE my hair &amp;amp; I hate the stupid smile I give Matt when he's talking, but what can you do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c240beb4285a184" 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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c240beb4285a184%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D815173E1082138A751782FF305F7BD089D32B399.73C8F7082241FB690D0535A4C9CE91AA2E0AC4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c240beb4285a184%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCimerqY-7HtzInl7FKxsMROOf0c&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://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c240beb4285a184%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D815173E1082138A751782FF305F7BD089D32B399.73C8F7082241FB690D0535A4C9CE91AA2E0AC4E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c240beb4285a184%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCimerqY-7HtzInl7FKxsMROOf0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8416219679894644158?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c240beb4285a184&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8416219679894644158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8416219679894644158&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8416219679894644158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8416219679894644158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/matt-i-were-asked-to-tell-our-story.html' title='We&apos;re On TV!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-7380794133933427626</id><published>2009-02-02T19:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:32:20.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Matt decided about 3 weeks ago that he wanted us to host a Super Bowl Par-tay! I think he was thinking about 10 or 15 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited about 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most everyone came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which just made it that much more fun. I got to see one of my best friends from college, whom I haven't seen in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to meet one of the sweetest girls EVER...who I will write about a just a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to party planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sent out the invitation (via Facebook), Matt told me he also wanted to grill hamburgers. He asked me how many I thought we'd need...10, 12, 15 perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-FIVE + a few extras just in case some of the "maybes" showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the most wonderful husband that he is, he not only had our friends' appetites in mind, he also considered the weak economy &amp;amp; went to Hoggs Meat Market where he purchased 40 hamburger patties for the small price of $14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had hamburger patties coming out of our &lt;em&gt;ears,&lt;/em&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're down to 10 now. And, with that whole bad economy thing, I will be taking a hamburger in my lunch for the &lt;em&gt;next ten days. &lt;/em&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, again on this economy thing...if you ever throw a Super Bowl party &amp;amp; you want to buy decorations, go to Party City the day before &amp;amp; it will all be marked down 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent $20...when I would have spent $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we had about 25 or 30 people...not all at once though. People came &amp;amp; went. But, a core 12 to 15 stayed through the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebyj3b8oI/AAAAAAAAD10/tBa7xTx_pbM/s1600-h/party+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374779548201602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebyj3b8oI/AAAAAAAAD10/tBa7xTx_pbM/s200/party+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The spread. Isn't my table skirt so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebzIXIVyI/AAAAAAAAD2E/SYEbhOkQBOg/s1600-h/party+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374789344810786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebzIXIVyI/AAAAAAAAD2E/SYEbhOkQBOg/s200/party+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The griller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeby3oN6dI/AAAAAAAAD18/3rlPmz8fRt4/s1600-h/party+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374784853076434" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeby3oN6dI/AAAAAAAAD18/3rlPmz8fRt4/s200/party+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The griller's back side. Like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebzVBmaiI/AAAAAAAAD2M/qU5KSESf7Rg/s1600-h/party+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374792744167970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebzVBmaiI/AAAAAAAAD2M/qU5KSESf7Rg/s200/party+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I smell hamburgers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYehO2JymyI/AAAAAAAAD30/GJYfpVLSmyM/s1600-h/party+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298380763051498274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYehO2JymyI/AAAAAAAAD30/GJYfpVLSmyM/s200/party+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh, here they are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYehOkaqSEI/AAAAAAAAD3s/JggEWimHcDM/s1600-h/party+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298380758290417730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYehOkaqSEI/AAAAAAAAD3s/JggEWimHcDM/s200/party+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a "kids station" in one of our spare bedrooms. I printed off coloring book pages &amp;amp; got some of my old scrapbook stickers &amp;amp; paper &amp;amp; markers &amp;amp; let the kiddos draw to their hearts content. This is Lindsey &amp;amp; Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedPLyhOGI/AAAAAAAAD2s/4j4pStHK-dQ/s1600-h/party+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298376370812958818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedPLyhOGI/AAAAAAAAD2s/4j4pStHK-dQ/s200/party+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good friends from Sunday School....Chris &amp;amp; Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWztQrPI/AAAAAAAAD3M/3T2jBci-J9I/s1600-h/party+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298377601299033330" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWztQrPI/AAAAAAAAD3M/3T2jBci-J9I/s200/party+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Abby (and, Elmo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWizfEPI/AAAAAAAAD3E/--3BIe89wJo/s1600-h/party+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298377596761739506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWizfEPI/AAAAAAAAD3E/--3BIe89wJo/s200/party+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Abby &amp;amp; her brother, Tyson (who is a Steelers fan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWpvu2EI/AAAAAAAAD28/IYysptMma_w/s1600-h/party+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298377598625044546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWpvu2EI/AAAAAAAAD28/IYysptMma_w/s200/party+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://barrynrobyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robyn&lt;/a&gt; (or "Y"), Abby (her daughter) &amp;amp; me ("I"). We met almost 10 years ago at Hendrix College. We have so many memories together! I haven't seen her in a few years, but we've kept in touch. I was super excited when she told me she, her husband &amp;amp; kids were coming to the party! It was so great to see her again! I love you, "Y"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedOxMOcNI/AAAAAAAAD2k/oFtLeSFE1bI/s1600-h/party+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298376363673022674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedOxMOcNI/AAAAAAAAD2k/oFtLeSFE1bI/s200/party+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, me, Avie &amp;amp; Scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, folks. Me &amp;amp; Avie meeting was seriously God's work. Avie &amp;amp; Scooter lost their baby girl at 22 weeks, back in the late summer. Avie gave birth to her &amp;amp; she &amp;amp; Scooter &amp;amp; their families got to hold her &amp;amp; love on her before the angels took her to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with &lt;a href="http://avieandscooterhardin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avie's&lt;/a&gt; sister in law, so I knew all about the pregnancy &amp;amp; then the loss. I asked Mallory how Avie was doing all the time. Because of my similar losses, I knew how how she was feeling. I kept telling Mallory that I wanted to talk to Avie...but, then the holidays started &amp;amp; passed &amp;amp; I never contacted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day about 3 weeks ago. I pretty much had a breakdown after another friend told me she pregnant. I sent Avie a message over Facebook &amp;amp; thus our beautiful friendship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avie &amp;amp; I totally understand each other. We know exactly how the other is feeling. And, it's SO comforting to know that I am not alone in this. And, neither is Avie. I just can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWa-DgVI/AAAAAAAAD20/vWiisac8Kjg/s1600-h/party+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298377594658586962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYeeWa-DgVI/AAAAAAAAD20/vWiisac8Kjg/s200/party+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Lauren. I think she only comes over to read my US Weekly's. (Just kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYegkRVnh4I/AAAAAAAAD3k/XNNexYMxejM/s1600-h/party+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298380031614486402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYegkRVnh4I/AAAAAAAAD3k/XNNexYMxejM/s200/party+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is baby Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedOqdEmVI/AAAAAAAAD2U/6QUHMNL_lJE/s1600-h/party+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298376361864632658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedOqdEmVI/AAAAAAAAD2U/6QUHMNL_lJE/s200/party+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half of the people who were here. Sorry for the lighting issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedO3BSHII/AAAAAAAAD2c/A66RspSfwu4/s1600-h/party+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298376365237738626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYedO3BSHII/AAAAAAAAD2c/A66RspSfwu4/s200/party+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew &amp;amp; Annette won the "door" prizes. We just drew names out of a hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYefqd0HwlI/AAAAAAAAD3U/z1pyM3783qo/s1600-h/maisy+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298379038531240530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYefqd0HwlI/AAAAAAAAD3U/z1pyM3783qo/s200/maisy+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here is Miss Maisy, sound asleep in Matt's chair after everyone left. After I took this picture, I covered her up with a blanket &amp;amp; she stayed that way until Matt put her to bed about an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is one I took today. She was just hanging out on the foot part of the chair. We thought she going to fall off. But, she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYegGqzqfsI/AAAAAAAAD3c/deeB_DUIpZc/s1600-h/maisy+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298379523055320770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYegGqzqfsI/AAAAAAAAD3c/deeB_DUIpZc/s200/maisy+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-7380794133933427626?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7380794133933427626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=7380794133933427626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7380794133933427626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/7380794133933427626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-2009.html' title='Super Bowl 2009.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SYebyj3b8oI/AAAAAAAAD10/tBa7xTx_pbM/s72-c/party+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6520864160644450903</id><published>2009-01-24T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:38:06.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Madeline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SXt5Q7K6t6I/AAAAAAAAD1U/NUls5xiPBbU/s1600-h/christmas,+2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294959118572500898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SXt5Q7K6t6I/AAAAAAAAD1U/NUls5xiPBbU/s200/christmas,+2+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My niece, Madeline (Matt's sister's daughter) is 5 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means she starts Kindergarten in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling her to stop growing &amp;amp; be a baby forever, but she doesn't seem to be listening to me. I told her older sister the same thing, but she's still growing (8 years old in May).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl LOVES chocolate! When she was 2 years old (I think. Wendy, correct me if I'm wrong), she learned where Grandmother (Matt's mom) kept the chocolate (in a bowl or jar on the kitchen counter) &amp;amp; would pull over a chair or stool &amp;amp; climb on top of the counter to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also LOVES to play dress-up. From dresses to costumes...whatever! She also loves to wear hair things (headbands, bows, etc) &amp;amp; skirts, making her a total girly-girl, which I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday party is today, but we have a lot going on at work, plus I'm sick, so neither Matt or I could drive to NW Arkansas for big day. We feel awful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we know she's having a FABULOUS time &amp;amp; I know her mom will post lots of pictures on her blog tonight (ahem, Wendy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th Birthday, Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-6520864160644450903?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6520864160644450903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6520864160644450903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6520864160644450903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6520864160644450903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-5th-birthday-madeline.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Madeline.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SXt5Q7K6t6I/AAAAAAAAD1U/NUls5xiPBbU/s72-c/christmas,+2+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-3845872374560655619</id><published>2009-01-22T19:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:34:08.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If One More Person Tells Me They Are Pregnant....</title><content type='html'>...I am going to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, REALLY loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I totally HATE feeling this way, I do, but I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that when I tell a friend of mine that I am happy for them (which I truly AM happy for them, I promise), that at the same time I am so jealous, I could just cry.  I really, really could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel like it's a big secret....something everyone knows, but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to be a mom.  And, if I don't make my husband a father, then I have failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed at giving him the one thing I want so much to give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see him with our nieces &amp;amp; nephew.  He's wonderful with them. WON-DER-FUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow, I'll probably regret saying all of this.  Because I don't want my friends who are pregnant (and, you know who you are) to think that I'm not happy for them, because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls are going to make great mom's &amp;amp; your babies are some of the luckiest babies in the world.  And, I can't wait to meet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please don't think for a second that I'm not completely thrilled for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just know that I'm also a little sad, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-3845872374560655619?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3845872374560655619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=3845872374560655619&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3845872374560655619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/3845872374560655619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-one-more-person-tells-me-they-are.html' title='If One More Person Tells Me They Are Pregnant....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-49776128615340111</id><published>2009-01-21T19:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:06:36.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend, Just a Few Days Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night, Matt, my sister, her husband &amp;amp; I went to see Brad Paisley in concert! He was AWESOME. Saturday night, we celebrated my step dad's birthday at a local catfish restaurant. Here are some pictures of both events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752342517424&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752342517424&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/576460752342517424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752342517424&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/576460752342517424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752342517424&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p4/576460752342517424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/37035278-49776128615340111?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/49776128615340111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=49776128615340111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/49776128615340111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/49776128615340111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-weekend-just-few-days-late.html' title='My Weekend, Just a Few Days Late.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5781330131637120989</id><published>2009-01-15T10:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:05:24.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, At Least He Has His Priorities in Order.</title><content type='html'>If you don't know by now, I love country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts, Kenny Chesney, Brad Paisley, Keith Urban....just to name a few. (Coincidentally, we're going to see Brad Paisley tomorrow night!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister called me Tuesday &amp;amp; said she heard on the radio that a big country concert announcement would be made on Thursday (today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were crossing our fingers that it was either Rascal Flatts or Kenny Chesney. (Even though we've seen both like 4 times!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, who works in radio, gave me a website to go to that usually lists concert tour dates before they're officially announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY CHESNEY IS COMING TO ARKANSAS ON MAY 16th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called my sister &amp;amp; we made plans to go &amp;amp; take Jackson (my nephew) &amp;amp; Riley (my niece) with us. This will be Sissy's first concert EVER. We said we should make her a "Riley loves Kenny" t-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you will remember Jackson's &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-youd-fall-asleep-during-your-1st.html"&gt;first concert&lt;/a&gt;. It was also Kenny, back in 2007. Jack was SO EXCITED!!! However, he fell asleep half way through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister picked Jack up from school yesterday, she told him about the concert &amp;amp; he told her HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me after he said that &amp;amp; I asked her to ask him why. He said he'd already seen Kenny &amp;amp; fell asleep in the middle of it. Holly told him he might be upset when he sees us going to the concert without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson asked, "Do they have popcorn?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked, "Will who have popcorn?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenny Chesney".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told him yes, there would be popcorn at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Okay. I'll go to the concert!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SW9sed669BI/AAAAAAAADxM/zAvmViA5N58/s1600-h/kenny_chesney_011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291567357867258898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SW9sed669BI/AAAAAAAADxM/zAvmViA5N58/s200/kenny_chesney_011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jack &amp;amp; me: May 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SW9seqqGQjI/AAAAAAAADxU/LIs41Hf0LlQ/s1600-h/kenny_chesney_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291567361286357554" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SW9seqqGQjI/AAAAAAAADxU/LIs41Hf0LlQ/s200/kenny_chesney_022.JPG" border="0" /&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/37035278-5781330131637120989?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5781330131637120989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5781330131637120989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5781330131637120989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5781330131637120989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-at-least-he-has-his-priorities-in.html' title='Well, At Least He Has His Priorities in Order.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SW9sed669BI/AAAAAAAADxM/zAvmViA5N58/s72-c/kenny_chesney_011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2270693301718722366</id><published>2009-01-13T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:01:47.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Designs Added to My Website.</title><content type='html'>Check out my designs &lt;a href="http://teebowsdesigns.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just added some personalized to-go mugs that I made for Matt's aunt &amp;amp; cousins for Christmas, plus a name frame I made for &lt;a href="http://mbkimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim's&lt;/a&gt; son, Bowden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kim, you haven't seen it yet...tell me what you think!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're on my website, browse around &amp;amp; let me know if you'd like to place an order.  Or, if you have any questions, send me an e-mail or leave me a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2270693301718722366?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2270693301718722366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2270693301718722366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2270693301718722366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2270693301718722366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-designs-added-to-my-website.html' title='New Designs Added to My Website.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8504113206757195668</id><published>2009-01-08T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:30:05.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i.am.so.tired.</title><content type='html'>Why am I so tired, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have worked EVERY SINGLE DAY THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, we're only in Day Eight of 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day was my 1st day back at work after my vacation.  I also worked the next day (Friday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the weekend...and, I was looking forward to having Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an "on-call" system at work &amp;amp; this past weekend was my turn to be the producer "on-call".  But, the chances that I'd have to work BOTH days were slim to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, our weekend producer (who's really our 10pm producer, but volunteered to work weekends while our normal weekend producer is on maternity leave) woke up Saturday with strep throat.  You can't work with strep throat...because you feel like ass &amp;amp; you're contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will eventually get time off for working both days, but because of the producer on maternity leave, our schedules are NUTS &amp;amp; my only choices were Monday, Tuesday or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that "strep throat" producer also called in sick Monday AND Tuesday.  (And, I call her "strep throat" producer in the most loving of terms...I know she couldn't help it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which meant that I had to work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday.  After working last Thursday, Friday, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:30 this afternoon, I realized I was totally, completely &amp;amp; utterly DRAINED of any energy.  My head was spinning, my vision was blurry...and, I thought what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS MY EIGHTH DAY IN A ROW OF WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very stressful 8 days for that matter...several of those days, I was pulling double-duty because a few other people also came down with strep throat &amp;amp; called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't worry...I sprayed Lysol EVERYWHERE in the newsroom...on computers, phones, chairs, TV's...anywhere &amp;amp; everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm crossing my fingers that I don't get sick BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OFF WORK TOMORROW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, don't get all excited for me &amp;amp; think I have a 3-day weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work Sunday for our weekend Assignment Manager...and then work my normal job (producing our 5pm newscast) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday &amp;amp; Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have to say that I am thankful I have a job in this economy...a job I LOVE for that matter, so I don't have much to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8504113206757195668?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8504113206757195668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8504113206757195668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8504113206757195668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8504113206757195668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/iamsotired.html' title='i.am.so.tired.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8546531692250624934</id><published>2009-01-01T21:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:30:40.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post About 2008.</title><content type='html'>Now that 2008's officially over, I can officially sit back &amp;amp; reflect on the year that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many high's &amp;amp; low's...plenty of fun times &amp;amp; not so fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure: many, many memories were made over the last 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put together a list of the highlights, both good &amp;amp; bad. I had fun looking back over my blog &amp;amp; reading past posts...I hope you enjoy reminiscing with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get the bad stuff out of the way first, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of life is death &amp;amp; unfortunately, I suffered 2 great losses this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first: My second &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/03/beauty-of-friendship.html"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/a&gt; in February; and the second was the brutal murder of my friend, &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebration-of-life.html"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt; in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, I found out &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-august-hurry-up.html"&gt;I would get to meet Kim&lt;/a&gt; in August.  We had &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-first-conversation.html"&gt;our first phone conversation&lt;/a&gt; in May.  But, finally &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-trip-so-far-day-1-meeting-kim-day-2.html"&gt;meeting her in person&lt;/a&gt; in August was THE BEST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the Spring, many home improvement projects were completed: We &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/04/phase-one-of-project-new-fence.html"&gt;replaced our fence&lt;/a&gt;, tore up &amp;amp; re-did our &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/05/project-new-flower-bed-part-2.html"&gt;flower bed&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; even replaced our &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-home-improvement.html"&gt;kitchen sink&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, Matt &amp;amp; I celebrated our &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/05/six-years.html"&gt;6 year wedding anniversary&lt;/a&gt;, as well as our &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/06/anniversary-letter.html"&gt;10 year dating anniversary&lt;/a&gt; in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-20-list-about-my-20s.html"&gt;turned the big 3-0&lt;/a&gt; in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in July, Matt ran his &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/matts-1st-only-5k.html"&gt;first 5k race&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, we found the cause of all my 3-month long stomachache: a burst appendix that walled itself off &amp;amp; attached itself to my colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that that &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-robin-by-her-husband.html"&gt;surgery led to my Crohn's Disease diagnosis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I went on lots of fun trips including &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/1400-miles-7-states-3-days.html"&gt;Columbia, South Carolina&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-in-big-d.html"&gt;Dallas, Texas&lt;/a&gt;, both in November...as well as &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-vacation-oh-yeah-weekend-in.html"&gt;Branson, Missouri&lt;/a&gt; in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, niece &amp;amp; nephew also made several trips to &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-4-day-weekend-in-pictures.html"&gt;Tyler, Texas&lt;/a&gt; to see my aunt, uncle &amp;amp; cousins (March, July &amp;amp; October).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, besides Kim, I also got to meet 2 other bloggy friends: &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/1400-miles-7-states-3-days.html"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-in-big-d.html"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even try to guess what's going to happen in 2009, but I can't wait for all of it to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8546531692250624934?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8546531692250624934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8546531692250624934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8546531692250624934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8546531692250624934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-about-2008.html' title='A Post About 2008.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-2369584683432630484</id><published>2008-12-30T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:14:07.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a little slideshow of pictures from Christmas 2008...not all of them, of course, because you'd just be bored...but, enough to show you we had a good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope y'alls Christmases were wonderful as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-21.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752342095137&amp;amp;site=widget-21.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=576460752342095137&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-21.slide.com/p1/576460752342095137/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-2369584683432630484?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2369584683432630484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=2369584683432630484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2369584683432630484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/2369584683432630484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8650117175220624925</id><published>2008-12-24T23:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:31:09.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Christmas Eve...A Long, Long Time Ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SVMU44qeXCI/AAAAAAAADwA/6V89kiFBU6U/s1600-h/alicehollyrobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589755351489570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SVMU44qeXCI/AAAAAAAADwA/6V89kiFBU6U/s200/alicehollyrobin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to thank my cousin, Alice, for sending me this picture. She's the girl on the left, my sister's in the middle &amp;amp; I'm on the right. And, yes, we have ribbon wrapped around us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I'm probably 4 or 5, which would make Alice 5 or 6 &amp;amp; my sister 8 or 9...the year would have to be 1982 or 1983).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas Eve from as far back as I can remember, my mom, dad, sister &amp;amp; I would go the Christmas Eve service at our (former) church &amp;amp; then go to my dad's cousin's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice is a year older than me &amp;amp; 3 years younger than my sister. But, age didn't matter...the 3 of us always had fun playing or talking...(&amp;amp; maybe a few things we weren't supposed to be doing!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we got older, our families changed...divorces, marriages, deaths, new babies...but, that never changed the relationship the 3 of us shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always had something to talk about &amp;amp; we were always happy to see each other...in fact, my sister &amp;amp; I always looked forward to Christmas Eve because we knew we'd see Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 years have been different. My dad's cousin hasn't hosted Christmas Eve dinner, so last year &amp;amp; tonight, Matt &amp;amp; I have gone to church &amp;amp; then come home to open our gifts to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you probably remember me posting about Alice's &lt;a href="http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-in-big-d.html"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt; last month in Dallas. While she was planning her wedding, my sister, Alice &amp;amp; I had numerous conversations over e-mail &amp;amp; I'm so thankful for that because I feel like our relationship grew even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, who's to say that Alice, Holly &amp;amp; I (together with our husbands) can't create new Christmas Eve traditions? Hmmmmm, Alice...if you're reading this, let's think about this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, TO ALL OF YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8650117175220624925?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8650117175220624925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8650117175220624925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8650117175220624925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8650117175220624925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-christmas-evea-long-long-time-ago.html' title='One Christmas Eve...A Long, Long Time Ago.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SVMU44qeXCI/AAAAAAAADwA/6V89kiFBU6U/s72-c/alicehollyrobin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8145323247325616778</id><published>2008-12-22T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:23:19.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Preview...</title><content type='html'>We had Christmas with my dad &amp;amp; stepmom this past weekend.  I have lots of pictures to post, which I will do after tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tomorrow I am off work until January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have lots of time on my hands to blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to tie you over til Wednesday...the cutest picture in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece &amp;amp; nephew each got their own digital camera to take with them when they go to Disney World in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665583454639042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU_MXAD-08I/AAAAAAAADv4/_xpCS80V1NY/s200/dad%27s+house+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8145323247325616778?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8145323247325616778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8145323247325616778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8145323247325616778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8145323247325616778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-preview.html' title='Just A Preview...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU_MXAD-08I/AAAAAAAADv4/_xpCS80V1NY/s72-c/dad%27s+house+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8121651547904736316</id><published>2008-12-21T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:41:46.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Company Christmas Party.</title><content type='html'>We had our company Christmas party tonight at a nice restaurant here in town. It was a buffet-style dinner &amp;amp; afterwards our business manager drew raffle tickets for prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a day off! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's late &amp;amp; I'm tired, but I haven't posted anything in a week &amp;amp; a half, so I wanted to show you these pictures. But, stay tuned for more...I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8YHCKtWOI/AAAAAAAADvs/X-rxNacSqJ0/s1600-h/partu+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467397048817890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8YHCKtWOI/AAAAAAAADvs/X-rxNacSqJ0/s200/partu+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecillea, me &amp;amp; Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XyZTaPLI/AAAAAAAADvM/ocWispjW6i0/s1600-h/partu+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467042482076850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XyZTaPLI/AAAAAAAADvM/ocWispjW6i0/s200/partu+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XyII4ggI/AAAAAAAADvE/MGsuy-EjgU8/s1600-h/partu+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467037874520578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XyII4ggI/AAAAAAAADvE/MGsuy-EjgU8/s200/partu+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat &amp;amp; Jay. (They're a family of 3-letter names...their baby is named Ace &amp;amp; their dog is named Doc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W6XAzxxI/AAAAAAAADu8/eskWKKyriMA/s1600-h/partu+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466079794513682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W6XAzxxI/AAAAAAAADu8/eskWKKyriMA/s200/partu+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W6DbHY1I/AAAAAAAADu0/j_QsWdwlhUU/s1600-h/partu+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466074536141650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W6DbHY1I/AAAAAAAADu0/j_QsWdwlhUU/s200/partu+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8Xz4u7bqI/AAAAAAAADvk/AOss2zuO_DU/s1600-h/partu+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467068098866850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8Xz4u7bqI/AAAAAAAADvk/AOss2zuO_DU/s200/partu+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a clock in a box! This will only make sense if you've seen the SNL skit/music video with Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W5VhQCbI/AAAAAAAADuk/TZ07uVbbkew/s1600-h/partu+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466062213843378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W5VhQCbI/AAAAAAAADuk/TZ07uVbbkew/s200/partu+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, me &amp;amp; Lauren. Yes, I am wearing a name tag on my chest...Kat's husband put it there...but, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W51etIwI/AAAAAAAADus/ufYdZEnGBBo/s1600-h/partu+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466070793102082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8W51etIwI/AAAAAAAADus/ufYdZEnGBBo/s200/partu+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us without the nametag on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XzMTai7I/AAAAAAAADvc/ziilLEC0KTY/s1600-h/partu+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467056172305330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8XzMTai7I/AAAAAAAADvc/ziilLEC0KTY/s200/partu+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot (of only half the group)...except no one told the girl in front (i.e. ME) that we were doing 4-1's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8Xyy0TW5I/AAAAAAAADvU/ZgY2U08f2Ms/s1600-h/partu+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467049330924434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8Xyy0TW5I/AAAAAAAADvU/ZgY2U08f2Ms/s200/partu+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8121651547904736316?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8121651547904736316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8121651547904736316&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8121651547904736316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8121651547904736316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-company-christmas-party.html' title='Our Company Christmas Party.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SU8YHCKtWOI/AAAAAAAADvs/X-rxNacSqJ0/s72-c/partu+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-6829542271051886806</id><published>2008-12-11T16:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:44:35.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For Christmas.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but Christmas is TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go, people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really snuck up on me this year, even though I've been buying gifts since April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn into a kid around Christmastime, though. I get SO EXCITED about picking out our tree, decorating it &amp;amp; decorating the inside &amp;amp; outside of our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also LOVE to look at all the presents under the tree &amp;amp; coming home after Matt's been shopping to see newly wrapped packages sitting there for ME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I see a new one under there, I BEG him to let me open it, but more often than not, he makes me wait until Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's finally time to open the gifts, I usually set mine aside &amp;amp; watch everyone else opens theirs first because I LOVE to watch their expressions, especially my niece's &amp;amp; nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas through their eyes looks so different...a better kind of different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the past couple of days of our tree, decorations &amp;amp; the making of our Christmas card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXLuBRwGI/AAAAAAAADs8/KS_Lvr_ji3M/s1600-h/TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666465842675810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXLuBRwGI/AAAAAAAADs8/KS_Lvr_ji3M/s200/TREE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our finished tree with presents underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0p-R8iI/AAAAAAAADs0/2RzcFA4wyGo/s1600-h/PRESENTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666069619372578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0p-R8iI/AAAAAAAADs0/2RzcFA4wyGo/s200/PRESENTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up of presents...this isn't all people...I have lots more to wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXL8AhMAI/AAAAAAAADtM/jAes0uLwXKg/s1600-h/ONTHE+ROOF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666469597589506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXL8AhMAI/AAAAAAAADtM/jAes0uLwXKg/s200/ONTHE+ROOF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt on the roof stringing the lights on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0o3VZoI/AAAAAAAADss/zP6DM0QUr1c/s1600-h/OUTSIDE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666069321803394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0o3VZoI/AAAAAAAADss/zP6DM0QUr1c/s200/OUTSIDE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our inflatable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;santa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; penguin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXj9N_AdI/AAAAAAAADtk/WSU4JzllUr4/s1600-h/MAISYWATCHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666882239365586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXj9N_AdI/AAAAAAAADtk/WSU4JzllUr4/s200/MAISYWATCHING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maisy&lt;/span&gt; watching us through her designated spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWf6DskuI/AAAAAAAADrs/jdP14vCdNrU/s1600-h/FLAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665713159803618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWf6DskuI/AAAAAAAADrs/jdP14vCdNrU/s200/FLAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Christmas flag &amp;amp; wreath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0dY_5hI/AAAAAAAADsk/025aJObCPgs/s1600-h/ONTHEROOF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666066241775122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0dY_5hI/AAAAAAAADsk/025aJObCPgs/s200/ONTHEROOF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt on the roof again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXMIAnoHI/AAAAAAAADtU/Z86z0h-xlws/s1600-h/ROBIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666472819236978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXMIAnoHI/AAAAAAAADtU/Z86z0h-xlws/s200/ROBIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of me...because I'm always the picture-taker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0E_Zj7I/AAAAAAAADsc/Th002g4Joxg/s1600-h/MY+BUTT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666059691954098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGW0E_Zj7I/AAAAAAAADsc/Th002g4Joxg/s200/MY+BUTT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt. Matt was practicing with the lighting &amp;amp; such for our Christmas card &amp;amp; snapped this one just as I was sitting down. Thanks, sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWgI3IZGI/AAAAAAAADr0/O7Ibe8zI66U/s1600-h/FUNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665717133632610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWgI3IZGI/AAAAAAAADr0/O7Ibe8zI66U/s200/FUNNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found THIS in your mailbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXj4pTa0I/AAAAAAAADts/JnZ4kHut1JI/s1600-h/FUNNY3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666881011772226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXj4pTa0I/AAAAAAAADts/JnZ4kHut1JI/s200/FUNNY3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maisy's&lt;/span&gt; NOT cooperating because she knows we have marshmallow's on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXL_e7SyI/AAAAAAAADtE/CZFGNbc6MBE/s1600-h/TONGUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666470530435874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXL_e7SyI/AAAAAAAADtE/CZFGNbc6MBE/s200/TONGUE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little tongue action, if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWz5kviGI/AAAAAAAADsU/tW4RdfCg1OY/s1600-h/NOPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666056627357794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWz5kviGI/AAAAAAAADsU/tW4RdfCg1OY/s200/NOPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see marshmallows! I see marshmallows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWhIEub8I/AAAAAAAADsM/hBYa-OJVTvE/s1600-h/ME+%26+TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665734102085570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWhIEub8I/AAAAAAAADsM/hBYa-OJVTvE/s200/ME+%26+TREE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing with lighting...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWgHzJeoI/AAAAAAAADr8/LH-Mv3eXTMU/s1600-h/FUNNY3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665716848491138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGWgHzJeoI/AAAAAAAADr8/LH-Mv3eXTMU/s200/FUNNY3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marshmallows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXMf4utxI/AAAAAAAADtc/r7y9exPTXGU/s1600-h/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278666479228598034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXMf4utxI/AAAAAAAADtc/r7y9exPTXGU/s200/US.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maisy&lt;/span&gt; looks perfect, but Matt didn't like his smile &amp;amp; his head is kinda cut off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG98lCjP4I/AAAAAAAADt0/ih-mf3Ia0_E/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278709086687543170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG98lCjP4I/AAAAAAAADt0/ih-mf3Ia0_E/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught us. We just brushed our hair &amp;amp; put on nicer shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG9_NzrHuI/AAAAAAAADt8/egtVQv6xmvo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278709131990736610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG9_NzrHuI/AAAAAAAADt8/egtVQv6xmvo/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this one, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maisy&lt;/span&gt; looks evil. And, she's not evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG9_QECV_I/AAAAAAAADuE/Q5LX3f3A_Mk/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278709132596238322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUG9_QECV_I/AAAAAAAADuE/Q5LX3f3A_Mk/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the one we picked. Except that I forgot to fix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maisy's&lt;/span&gt; glowing eyes, so if you get one in your mailbox, my apologies!&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/37035278-6829542271051886806?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6829542271051886806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=6829542271051886806&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6829542271051886806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/6829542271051886806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ready-for-christmas.html' title='Ready For Christmas.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SUGXLuBRwGI/AAAAAAAADs8/KS_Lvr_ji3M/s72-c/TREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-499079260293882861</id><published>2008-12-07T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:47:08.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday, Jackson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxACir-dnI/AAAAAAAADrU/kFFdk3woHMk/s1600-h/football+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277163275786548850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxACir-dnI/AAAAAAAADrU/kFFdk3woHMk/s200/football+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cannot believe that my nephew is SEVEN YEARS OLD today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You guys, he is my baby...he just can't be 7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because you know what this means, don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HE'S GROWING UP!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next year, he'll be 8 &amp;amp; then 9...and, so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, really, I'm just not so sure I can handle that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although, I have to admit, it IS fun to watch him grow up. And, over the last year or so, he's really grown into a total BOY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shopping with my sister &amp;amp; me is no longer fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He'd rather play with his friends in the neighborhood than me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, hugs &amp;amp; kisses are few &amp;amp; far between because let's face it...I'm a GIRL &amp;amp; he's a BOY &amp;amp; girls are NO FUN at this age. Especially a 30-year-old aunt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It makes me wish, though, that I had bottled up all those hugs &amp;amp; kisses he gave me when he was younger. It also makes me cherish the ones I am lucky to get from him today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, I admit, those times when we're walking in the mall or we're at the movies &amp;amp; he reaches for my hand without me asking or telling him to, my heart swells up so big, it might explode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, I smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because I know, no matter how old he gets, he will always be that brown-hair, blue-eyed, football-loving, beautiful baby boy to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jackson: We think the world of you &amp;amp; we love you always &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Love, Rah-Rah &amp;amp; Mop!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxA-d3OcJI/AAAAAAAADrk/xAhM_RsZNzI/s1600-h/branson2+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277164305283707026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxA-d3OcJI/AAAAAAAADrk/xAhM_RsZNzI/s200/branson2+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxA9faaxfI/AAAAAAAADrc/KqSR-KBYfTI/s1600-h/branson2+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277164288519882226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxA9faaxfI/AAAAAAAADrc/KqSR-KBYfTI/s200/branson2+009.JPG" border="0" /&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/37035278-499079260293882861?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/499079260293882861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=499079260293882861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/499079260293882861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/499079260293882861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-7th-birthday-jackson.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday, Jackson.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STxACir-dnI/AAAAAAAADrU/kFFdk3woHMk/s72-c/football+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-972583067279551218</id><published>2008-12-03T18:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:35:11.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I will say a complete sentence in my head &amp;amp; Matt will ask, "What did you say?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this ever happen to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-972583067279551218?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/972583067279551218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=972583067279551218&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/972583067279551218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/972583067279551218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-1824892192235385478</id><published>2008-12-01T20:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:13:53.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by my BFF's, &lt;a href="http://mbkimmy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://bresnan3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to do:&lt;/strong&gt; Post the 4th picture in my 4th folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is...Matt with all of his Hard Rock beer steins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STShhAjO_mI/AAAAAAAADrM/RC70SZvKYoM/s1600-h/mattmaisychuckecheese+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275018652013231714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STShhAjO_mI/AAAAAAAADrM/RC70SZvKYoM/s200/mattmaisychuckecheese+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's funny, though, because I took this picture back in March, with every intention to blog about our obsession with Hard Rock beer steins &amp;amp; t-shirts, but I never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is that every city or country we travel to, we have to get a beer stein &amp;amp; t-shirt from HR, if there's one there. We don't have to eat at the restaurant, we just have to buy the goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture, there are 15. But, since then, he's gotten one from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina &amp;amp; Houston, Texas...bringing the total to 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I also have t-shirts from the 17, plus 1 from San Antonio, Texas that my friend, who's from there, bought me after my surgery in August as a "feel better" present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List of HR beer steins in the order we bought them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Chicago, IL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*St. Louis, MO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Memphis, TN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Nassau, Bahamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*New Orleans, LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*New York, NY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Baltimore, MD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*San Diego, CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Las Vegas, NV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Louisville, KY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Destin, FL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Nashville, TN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Atlanta, GA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Atlantic City, NJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Kuwait (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.theblovelife.com/"&gt;Brittny, who used to live there&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Houston, TX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Myrtle Beach, SC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, now it's MY turn to tag: AND, I pick &lt;a href="http://theblochfamilytx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://writingthewavesmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://wendy-thelittlethings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&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/37035278-1824892192235385478?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1824892192235385478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=1824892192235385478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1824892192235385478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/1824892192235385478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/STShhAjO_mI/AAAAAAAADrM/RC70SZvKYoM/s72-c/mattmaisychuckecheese+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-5652042601838238264</id><published>2008-11-27T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:21:20.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers.</title><content type='html'>Police made an arrest last night for the murder of my friend, A*nne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the latest &lt;a href="http://arkansasmatters.com/content/fulltext/news/?cid=156441"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://arkansasmatters.com/content/fulltext/news/?cid=156481"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's charged with capital murder &amp;amp; police say their case is solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice for A*nne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-5652042601838238264?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5652042601838238264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=5652042601838238264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5652042601838238264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/5652042601838238264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8968005078222366312</id><published>2008-11-25T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:46:07.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272771923942130450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSymIOQ5QxI/AAAAAAAADp8/mdLb08WDbzA/s200/weddingday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our wedding day: May 25th, 2002&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I were married SIX AND A HALF YEARS ago today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 years wouldn't be enough for me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my sister telling me I was the calmest bride she'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was VERY CALM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it was time to walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting really nervous...but, only because I was scared I'd have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the ceremony. (Thankfully, that did NOT happen!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember telling my dad to walk slowly down the aisle because I wanted to look at all the guests &amp;amp; ingrain (is that a word?) their faces into my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my wedding day after all, I wanted to remember EVERYTHING about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the music started &amp;amp; the chapel doors opened, I practically RAN down the aisle to get to Matt...I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to say our vows, my heart literally melted when Matt leaned over to me &amp;amp; whispered, "You're beautiful!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember my dad's face when he saw me in my wedding dress for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably THE SWEETEST moment the 2 of us have ever shared. I almost wish the photographer had been there then to capture that special time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 &amp;amp; a half year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, Matt. My life wouldn't be nearly as fun, entertaining or full without you in it. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGCzJB8I/AAAAAAAADo0/BGTGPzp4kwk/s1600-h/las+vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272769687481550786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGCzJB8I/AAAAAAAADo0/BGTGPzp4kwk/s200/las+vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada: December 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykcgYYA8I/AAAAAAAADpc/h0d3-4z3ygo/s1600-h/us.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272770073379472322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykcgYYA8I/AAAAAAAADpc/h0d3-4z3ygo/s200/us.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panama City Beach, Florida: May 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSymHzpOiLI/AAAAAAAADps/PxlhLItD2AU/s1600-h/mattandrobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272771916796430514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSymHzpOiLI/AAAAAAAADps/PxlhLItD2AU/s200/mattandrobin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nashville, Tennessee: August 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGh23YqI/AAAAAAAADpE/JkqtDRlrYlY/s1600-h/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272769695818670754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGh23YqI/AAAAAAAADpE/JkqtDRlrYlY/s200/matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;South Padre Island, Texas: September 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykcezerVI/AAAAAAAADpU/_jUuZDmWTEI/s1600-h/RANGERS+GAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272770072956284242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykcezerVI/AAAAAAAADpU/_jUuZDmWTEI/s200/RANGERS+GAME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallas, Texas: September 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykchf6uJI/AAAAAAAADpk/lwjmp4hBmS4/s1600-h/WEDDING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272770073679542418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykchf6uJI/AAAAAAAADpk/lwjmp4hBmS4/s200/WEDDING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallas, Texas: September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo9k56OpI/AAAAAAAADqk/gpWARBoiXAM/s1600-h/MYRTLE+BEACH"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272775039576062610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo9k56OpI/AAAAAAAADqk/gpWARBoiXAM/s200/MYRTLE+BEACH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myrtle Beach, South Carolina: August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo9Rim9NI/AAAAAAAADqc/Otfq12lW-s4/s1600-h/COLUMBIA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272775034378056914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo9Rim9NI/AAAAAAAADqc/Otfq12lW-s4/s200/COLUMBIA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Columbia, South Carolina: November 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo3ZY6MoI/AAAAAAAADqU/ppArSs0r4Zs/s1600-h/ALICE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272774933405643394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSyo3ZY6MoI/AAAAAAAADqU/ppArSs0r4Zs/s200/ALICE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallas, Texas: November 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGAaHY0I/AAAAAAAADos/EV_R0TMYmNg/s1600-h/favorite+peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272769686839714626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGAaHY0I/AAAAAAAADos/EV_R0TMYmNg/s200/favorite+peeps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, just because I thought this one was cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykGn34yAI/AAAAAAAADo8/xbX1mYnuxqw/s1600-h/maisymae.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSykHOrIqQI/AAAAAAAADpM/xBpncCUeR3A/s1600-h/mattrobin.jpg"&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/37035278-8968005078222366312?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968005078222366312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8968005078222366312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8968005078222366312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8968005078222366312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSymIOQ5QxI/AAAAAAAADp8/mdLb08WDbzA/s72-c/weddingday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8957271817916486368</id><published>2008-11-23T22:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:42:12.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5th Blogging Award. Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSos5vCcwRI/AAAAAAAADok/FVligrQLYhU/s1600-h/smile_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272075684181491986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSos5vCcwRI/AAAAAAAADok/FVligrQLYhU/s200/smile_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingthewavesmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelli&lt;/a&gt; at "Writing" the waves of motherhood gave me this award almost a month ago &amp;amp; I can't believe I'm just now getting around to posting about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she wrote about me on her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robin @ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princessmaisy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Day In The Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; - This gal loves life. She has a great smile, loads of talent, and is one tough cookie. She's been through some crazy ordeals lately such as enduring a burst appendix for THREE months and she didn't even know it! Talk about "Grin and Bear it!" She loves her nieces and nephew to bits and has a mother's heart. I know she and her husband Matt will be wonderful parents, hopefully soon!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelli:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for the "Smile" award!  It definitely made me "smile" when I read this on your blog...(almost a month ago...ha, ha!).  I'm a huge fan of your blog &amp;amp; I love reading about the latest happenings in your world (as well as what's going on with your gorgeous kiddos!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rules say I am supposed to award 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;...but, because all the blogs I read make me smile...I can't pick just 5.  If you read my blog, feel free to post this award on YOUR blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37035278-8957271817916486368?l=princessmaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8957271817916486368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37035278&amp;postID=8957271817916486368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8957271817916486368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37035278/posts/default/8957271817916486368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessmaisy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-5th-blogging-award-yay.html' title='My 5th Blogging Award. Yay!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSos5vCcwRI/AAAAAAAADok/FVligrQLYhU/s72-c/smile_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-8712497788751280976</id><published>2008-11-19T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:05:58.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um? Busy Day, eh? **UPDATED**</title><content type='html'>While I was driving home from work last night, I realized my stomach was growling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the kind of growl that if you don't eat something RIGHT THEN, your stomach must just jump out of your body &amp;amp; just start eating stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that growl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching my car for ANYTHING I could eat to take the edge off &amp;amp; I found one of those bite size Kit-Kat bars in my purse, that I believe I put in there on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was THE BEST Kit-Kat I've EVER eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It managed to calm my crazy beast of a stomach until I got home a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started wondering WHY I was so hungry. I'm one of those people who eat like 6 small meals a day. Breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, snack. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember eating breakfast...a bagel with cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I remember THINKING about a morning snack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I remember THINKING about lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ate ANYTHING ELSE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY...with the exception of 3 Goldfish crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I know I my stomach MUST have growled at some point during the day, because let me tell you...it HATES missing a meal or snack. I am a person who HAS to eat....or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess I just got so busy that I must have ignored it. Or, just didn't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up for it when I got home, though, by eating enough to feed a family of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today was equally as busy at work, but I knew I had to eat...something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 mini chocolate donuts from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I could bring my lunch, but I'm always in such a rush in the mornings, that I forget or just don't have time to make something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight I vowed to turn over a new leaf &amp;amp; FORCE myself to get up 5 minutes earlier to allow myself time to fix something for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I know myself, &amp;amp; I do, getting up 5 minutes earlier will probably last for 2 or 3 days, before I realize that those few minutes are better spent wrapped up under the covers in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Day One of "Bringing My Own Lunch To Work": DIDN'T HAPPEN!!!  Yeah, I know.  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Busy Day, eh? **UPDATED**'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17591488911956712534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SMG9a4ysEQI/AAAAAAAACeI/mZmJnLiviiU/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035278.post-4886970842676741833</id><published>2008-11-16T20:07:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:44:34.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding In The Big D.</title><content type='html'>We were so excited to find out back in August, that my cousin Alice was engaged &amp;amp; was planning a wedding for the 3rd weekend in November...in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend of parties, family, friends, shopping &amp;amp; 2 nights in a hotel (if I haven't told you by now...I LOVE staying in hotels...weird, I know...but, it's so much fun to me)...we didn't have to think too hard about whether or not to go...so, we started planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was made even sweeter when I found out &lt;a href="http://amomontheverge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://amomontheverge.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Name is Boom&lt;/a&gt; was also coming to the wedding &amp;amp; we would get to meet each other (Laura &amp;amp; Alice went to college together &amp;amp; Alice introduced us a little over a year ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, dad &amp;amp; step mom drove to Dallas Friday morning to attend the bridal luncheon...followed by Matt, my BIL, Matt &amp;amp; my niece &amp;amp; nephew around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have the day off because we're short producers (we have one on maternity leave), so in order for me to be there for the rehearsal dinner, I caught the 6:30pm Southwest flight to Dallas. Matt picked me up from the airport &amp;amp; we met the rest of my family at the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner was fabulous...we all had a great time. But, I was so tired &amp;amp; was ready to get to our &lt;a href="http://www.magnoliahoteldallas.com/dallas.aspx"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; to go to sleep. I knew Saturday would be a crazy long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.galleriadallas.com/index.php#"&gt;Galleria&lt;/a&gt; to eat, shop &amp;amp; ice skate (more on the ice skating later). We shopped too long &amp;amp; RUSHED back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding. We had about 20 minutes to iron clothes, fix our hair &amp;amp; get dressed. But, we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was about 25 miles away in &lt;a href="http://www.townofsunnyvale.org/"&gt;Sunnyvale&lt;/a&gt;. It was at the groom's parents house &amp;amp; it was BEAUTIFUL, but very COLD...because it was at 5pm, in November, on a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was equally as beautiful...and, thankfully INSIDE the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, danced &amp;amp; just had a really great time. And, I got a chance to talk to &lt;a href="http://amomontheverge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; (well, I actually meet her at the rehearsal, but we didn't have much time to chat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reception, we all went back to our hotel for the nightly cookies &amp;amp; milk "party" (as well as some pizza &amp;amp; fries) &amp;amp; talked until about 10:40pm...and, then it was time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (this morning) we went to a brunch at Alice's mom's house for a few minutes before Matt &amp;amp; I left to meet my childhood friend, Lauren &amp;amp; her husband for lunch in downtown Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the road around 1pm &amp;amp; made it home this evening (after picking up Maisy from my MIL's house...where we learned that Maisy's new favorite food is marshmallows!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As always, I have tons of pictures to share...so, here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDYM2AZfYI/AAAAAAAADoU/T8uFQdJOuuA/s1600-h/wedding+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449279190695298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDYM2AZfYI/AAAAAAAADoU/T8uFQdJOuuA/s200/wedding+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt &amp;amp; me at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDYMoU5lII/AAAAAAAADoM/H6jZ8mJYvKQ/s1600-h/wedding+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449275518588034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDYMoU5lII/AAAAAAAADoM/H6jZ8mJYvKQ/s200/wedding+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me at the rehearsal dinner.  Do we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXyb6PsJI/AAAAAAAADoE/saRSlkBHp7A/s1600-h/wedding+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448825508966546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXyb6PsJI/AAAAAAAADoE/saRSlkBHp7A/s200/wedding+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister, Riley &amp;amp; Jackson ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXyM3CWWI/AAAAAAAADn8/xkDv4VluehU/s1600-h/wedding+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448821468977506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXyM3CWWI/AAAAAAAADn8/xkDv4VluehU/s200/wedding+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Riley HATED ice skating (or roller skating as she called it).  My sister had to lift her up over the rail so I could grab her &amp;amp; take her skates off.  As soon as I got her in my arms, she says "I don't want to roller skate today!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXx9QmikI/AAAAAAAADn0/Pt-TtSx3sbk/s1600-h/wedding+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448817281239618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXx9QmikI/AAAAAAAADn0/Pt-TtSx3sbk/s200/wedding+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley &amp;amp; her Mop (or Moppie as she called him all weekend) watching my sister &amp;amp; Jack skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXxk93LqI/AAAAAAAADns/MbhjsBLwPNA/s1600-h/wedding+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448810760187554" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDXxk93LqI/AAAAAAAADns/MbhjsBLwPNA/s200/wedding+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWTrMc9pI/AAAAAAAADnk/FwMvwCV_dJ8/s1600-h/wedding+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447197524293266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWTrMc9pI/AAAAAAAADnk/FwMvwCV_dJ8/s200/wedding+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin, Alice &amp;amp; her dad walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWSy4EdCI/AAAAAAAADnc/T7EzXjwtY-Y/s1600-h/wedding+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447182406415394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWSy4EdCI/AAAAAAAADnc/T7EzXjwtY-Y/s200/wedding+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bride &amp;amp; groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWSUsofII/AAAAAAAADnU/WKgWuhUiTwY/s1600-h/wedding+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447174305381506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWSUsofII/AAAAAAAADnU/WKgWuhUiTwY/s200/wedding+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWRzGoe_I/AAAAAAAADnM/8EoQ9chtaqY/s1600-h/wedding+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447165287627762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDWRzGoe_I/AAAAAAAADnM/8EoQ9chtaqY/s200/wedding+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUpgtw54I/AAAAAAAADnE/bnH2T6nKces/s1600-h/wedding+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269445373645088642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUpgtw54I/AAAAAAAADnE/bnH2T6nKces/s200/wedding+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first kiss as husband &amp;amp; wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUpRfhifI/AAAAAAAADm8/gAM2qEet80E/s1600-h/wedding+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269445369558829554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUpRfhifI/AAAAAAAADm8/gAM2qEet80E/s200/wedding+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister &amp;amp; me at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUo5AO-DI/AAAAAAAADm0/JtW7hBWi9D0/s1600-h/wedding+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269445362985138226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUo5AO-DI/AAAAAAAADm0/JtW7hBWi9D0/s200/wedding+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister, step mom &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUn-5r45I/AAAAAAAADms/bz4r9oluBzM/s1600-h/wedding+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269445347388416914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbiOQyfnKi4/SSDUn-5r45I/AAAAAAAADms/bz4r9oluBzM/s200/wedding+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister, Alice &amp;amp; me.  Doesn't my cousin look so pretty?&lt;br 
