<?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-8200005308183329809</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:58:54.342-08:00</updated><category term='diaper bags'/><category term='child blogging'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='celebrity baby'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='clothes'/><title type='text'>The Blah Blah Momma</title><subtitle type='html'>...a collection of thoughts pertaining to mommyhood, young womanhood, faith, singleness, and everything else in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1294552787374659007</id><published>2010-06-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:51:52.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year</title><content type='html'>Its been one year since I've been living in this tiny little place of a home. As I look around I realize we have made it home. Its the tiniest house I've ever been in, I think. Its perfect. I'm thinking of planting a garden outside. I have all the seeds ready, and compost is done ready to go, but I need to get moving on digging up the rocks. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is seriously amazing. God is gracious as always and each day I'm reminded about how much I need Him. I hope I never feel like I have it all together. Growth is reliant upon meekness, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had the honor of having a friend come stay with me for a week. I agreed to have her stay in my house and I had never met her! A facebook connection from New Zealand, believe it or not. I was so blessed, we had some awesome time together. She and her companion were huge blessings to me while they were here. They are missionaries serving in Central America right now...and they helped fan an already burning flame for missions in my heart. Stay tuned for whats to come with Blah Blah Momma &amp;amp; GG in the distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going great! I've excelled in all of my classes. Online school is the way to go for me! I also have a new job teaching art classes to toddlers and elementary children. Its an awesome job. My other job is still going great and I'm quite busy preparing for VBS this summer. I can't wait. I was born to do stuff like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/jKtsoEAPSMQ/s1600/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/jKtsoEAPSMQ/s1600/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-1294552787374659007?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1294552787374659007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1294552787374659007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1294552787374659007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1294552787374659007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-year.html' title='1 year'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/jKtsoEAPSMQ/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7178930232824295000</id><published>2010-02-11T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:39:39.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this what it feels like...?</title><content type='html'>To be an adult? Its not even 8pm here on the west coast and I am just about ready to head to bed! I can barely keep my eyes propped open. Today was quite the long day. I watched my niece and my nephew for a few hours and tried to battle the sleep while they watched this horrible "3D" movie on the television. It was giving me such a head ache, I thought "this can't be healthy". I dont know where they picked up that movie or those horrid glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I think tomorrow Andrew is going to come down in the morning and we will try to get out and watch a movie! Woo! I've been wanting to go see a movie now for a while...the last couple that I've watched have been Fs for me, so I'm hoping for some feel good and maybe even a romance..any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day at work, we got into a a pretty interesting discussion of Romans 11. Very very interesting to say the least. Its astounding how much you can study about four tiny little words in a verse. Anyway, if you ever read Romans 11 let me know what you think. I'd be curious to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to spend a little time reading tonight. I may pick up a new book that a friend suggested to me, and if that goes well I may give a review here. This book is supposed to be really amazing. I'll let you know. If not, I may finish up Loren Cunningham's "Is that Really You God?" ...its about time I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..ciao for now! Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s1600-h/sign%20off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s1600/sign%20off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-7178930232824295000?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7178930232824295000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7178930232824295000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7178930232824295000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7178930232824295000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-what-it-feels-like.html' title='Is this what it feels like...?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s72-c/sign%20off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8289905232529784529</id><published>2010-02-11T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:53:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months later....</title><content type='html'>Hah. Well, helllllooo blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday I started up at HIU's school of Professional Studies, school in full blast. I'm actually very stoked and I'll be done January 2, 2012. For some reason two years seems like a heart beat away to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG and I have been at our place for 8 months now, seems like yesterday. Its cozy here and it feels like home for us. The shower doesn't stay hot for very long and we have no closet space...but we are blessed in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot lately. Currently I'm juggling "Is that really you God?" By Loren Cunningham and "The 5 Love Languages of Children"....been doing a lot of studying in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my first papers due the end of this week is on postmodern/post christian society in America. One of my favorite subjects to babble on and on about, so great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that these next two years that pass by in the blink of an eye will be the beginning of something brand new. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Just checkin in blogger...just thought I should let you know that life is beyond good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s1600-h/sign%20off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s1600/sign%20off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-8289905232529784529?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8289905232529784529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8289905232529784529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8289905232529784529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8289905232529784529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-months-later.html' title='6 months later....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/S3PTnXUwVAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KyPvGTOgZsw/s72-c/sign%20off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-3487486799610238987</id><published>2009-09-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:16:40.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, we've almost hit a two year mark</title><content type='html'>Wow, GG is almost 2. Less than two weeks away actually. She is becoming a little person right before my eyes...and she is one feisty mamasita. These past two years have flown by and I am amazed at how our lives have changed since day one. I remember her being so tiny, and me feeling so "new" at the mom thing. I am totally a mommy now and it blows me away. My life is so full with her in it and I love that little munchkin more than my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at the church is going well. This summer definitely kept me busy with VBS and all that. It was a total blast, by the way! GG started day care and then I pulled her out, I just can't stand to be away from her for too long. ;) But she will officially be starting preschool very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 'special someone' in my life now, whom I think the world of. I must say I feel incredibly blessed&amp;nbsp; by all of the wonderful people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought a new school was on the horizon, I am back at the JC finishing up my AA in Child Development. I've found that no matter where I end up in life, I will always find joy in working with children. So, there it is. After this semester I'll be done...for now anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure to be back here more often...life changes too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SsEno1S29tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/81l4cdF7L5s/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SsEno1S29tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/81l4cdF7L5s/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-3487486799610238987?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3487486799610238987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=3487486799610238987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3487486799610238987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3487486799610238987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-weve-almost-hit-two-year-mark.html' title='Well, we&apos;ve almost hit a two year mark'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SsEno1S29tI/AAAAAAAAAU0/81l4cdF7L5s/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5354483560107903765</id><published>2009-04-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:58:23.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no type</title><content type='html'>I was about to send in my resignation letter to blogger and then I realized I love blogging, and won't let a little dry spell make me quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news around these parts is that as of May 1st, GG and I will be moving in to our first place together. Okay...its not a HUGE move. Actually, its on the same property and I'll still be close enough to grab leftovers from mom's house or grandma's house. BUT. It is a place all our own. We can finally begin to feel like our own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people don't realize that we are a FAMILY. I'm not just a single mom. I have a family. Its small. But I do have one. And its going to feel great to be in a place all our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that awesome news, the semester is almost over. (thank GOD!) and I'm in the process of applying to an online Christian University. Its actually where I started (at the traditional undergrad) and then went back to the JC to finish up some stuff, now I'll be completing my degree online throught their School of Professional Studies. I have to say, I'm so STOKED. Its going to be great to be able to have a more open schedule and spend more time with my Gorgeous Girl. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5354483560107903765?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5354483560107903765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5354483560107903765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5354483560107903765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5354483560107903765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-type.html' title='Long time no type'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7946398752023185443</id><published>2009-02-06T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:21:53.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, its been forever.</title><content type='html'>My dear blog friends. I'm so sorry to say I haven't updated my little bloggy in so long! Here's&amp;nbsp; a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;GG has 2 more teeth.&lt;br /&gt;GG says between 20-30 words now.&lt;br /&gt;We have entered the world of cloth diapering. (its a blast, I'll post later about that!)&lt;br /&gt;Spring Semester is in full bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG and I getting ready to leave to go to MOPs today. Its our first meeting of the semester and we haven't been since she was like 7 months old! Can you believe she is almost 7 months old? I can't. I BLOWS my mind. Today we are going to MOPs with A&amp;amp;C and GG's two boyfriends. ;) The two brothers will have a tough time fighting over this child in the future, I think. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the life of a single mom...it has its moments. I've been really busy with the ministry at the church and God is doing a lot of great things there. I am so blessed to have such an amazing job! But its work. Lots of it! School is great, this semester I'm taking Literature, Math (Ugh!) and Political Systems....(ugh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, GG is tearing up my room while I type, so I better run. Here's a pic in the meantime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SYxjXT6cGHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bEoL-_W408M/s1600-h/100_8476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SYxjXT6cGHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bEoL-_W408M/s320/100_8476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SYxjaZOz69I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XKHUmJ9d-sM/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SYxjaZOz69I/AAAAAAAAAUs/XKHUmJ9d-sM/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-7946398752023185443?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7946398752023185443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7946398752023185443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7946398752023185443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7946398752023185443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-its-been-forever.html' title='Ah, its been forever.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SYxjXT6cGHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bEoL-_W408M/s72-c/100_8476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5954084765633574643</id><published>2009-01-14T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:56:01.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just one tear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I struggle to preserve the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I remember you. I remember us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sippin' coffee over lined paper and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were there for me and I loved you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet you didn't know that, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd do anything to be there again, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your voice soothes my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can still feel the warmth of your arms wrapped tightly around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took you for granted…and now you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even know if I will ever see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make me smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make me laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be that light for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never knew my life would change so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I never knew I'd miss you like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure you have this affect on most people you influence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we were great friends, and I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you didn't know that, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I could go back I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing I can do is shed one tear for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time in our life when you were my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never told you that, but you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The friendship was there, but the time wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I doubt we'll meet again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I want you to know, I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5954084765633574643?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5954084765633574643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5954084765633574643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5954084765633574643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5954084765633574643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dear-friend.html' title='My Dear Friend'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-854548035906268639</id><published>2008-12-11T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:55:10.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Tu-Tus</title><content type='html'>Its been tu-tu mania around here while I've been putting together the girls' Christmas tu-tus. This will be their Christmas outfits for this year. They are adorable and thought I should share my creations. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nay-Nay will be wearing white w/red roses.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH6i5mS61I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BLmmCUI2sVo/s1600-h/100_7957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH6i5mS61I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BLmmCUI2sVo/s320/100_7957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH7ZjTd0eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gkuC6_oqIPg/s1600-h/100_7958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH7ZjTd0eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gkuC6_oqIPg/s320/100_7958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;GG will be wearing red w/white roses &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH7Im0YHRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jBXvUSXALjw/s320/100_7963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little partial to the white one- I love the larger roses on the waistband, but the red one is so adorable on GG. So I have found that I adore making these little things &amp;lt;3 I see many more in my future. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH8tj1gT8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hcyk21btpEw/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH8tj1gT8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hcyk21btpEw/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-854548035906268639?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/854548035906268639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=854548035906268639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/854548035906268639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/854548035906268639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-tu-tus.html' title='Two Tu-Tus'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SUH6i5mS61I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BLmmCUI2sVo/s72-c/100_7957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7807505052106174919</id><published>2008-12-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:20:38.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeune Girl Crafts &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeunegirlcrafts.blogspot.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STxZh_t4qjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8qMYhIUyRiw/s400/Banner1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;amp;postID=7807505052106174919" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So over a year ago I was on the search for the *perfect* little letters for my darling GG's bedroom wall. I searched and searched and finally found &lt;a href="http://www.jeunegirlcrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeune Girl &lt;/a&gt;. I ordered the most adorable hand decorated letters from her and it didn't stop there. Over the past year Meg @ Jeune Girl has supplied me with a dozen or so other delicious items which she hand made. I've ordered a couple of super cute frames, a a wooden CD holder, multiple scrapbook pages (you must check them out, so awesome) , very unique accordion scrapbooks, and she is working on Christmas pages and a Christmas frame for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I should share her site with everyone because her shop is just awesome, and so is she! She will work with any theme you want, and really strives to make you happy. Working with her is so fun and I'm always excited to see what she comes up with. I sent her a picture of GG's crib bedding and she matched it perfectly with her frame, CD holder, and name letters. They are&amp;nbsp; adorable and everyone that has seen them thinks so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must check her out and see what things you want to order for Christmas this year, all of her items make for amazing gifts *ahem* I &lt;i&gt;loooooove &lt;/i&gt;her stuff, so if you are wondering what to get me for Christmas..........just kidding...(or not) but you should mosie on down to her site and take a look, I'm sure you can find something you love &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeunegirlcrafts.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.jeunegirlcrafts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STxYpj9V0LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nVtaOSQh4ac/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STxYpj9V0LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nVtaOSQh4ac/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-7807505052106174919?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7807505052106174919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7807505052106174919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7807505052106174919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7807505052106174919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/jeune-girl-crafts-3.html' title='Jeune Girl Crafts &lt;3'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STxZh_t4qjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8qMYhIUyRiw/s72-c/Banner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-6458929474879627112</id><published>2008-12-06T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:21:48.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>When I look back on the past, let's say....7 years, I struggle to even recognize the person I once was. I suppose that is what they call "growing up," right? Some things change...drastically, but some things do not change at all. Some things I would never want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, (and I mean know me well) you know my life and how imperfect it has been. You know all...well &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of my mistakes.I have found that the past is something I used to talk about often, as if I were trying to re-live it constantly. You know the moment you have truly move forward in life, its when you stop talking about and dwelling on the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt4ZmeG5_I/AAAAAAAAATk/5j1qRZzsZtQ/s1600-h/blah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt4ZmeG5_I/AAAAAAAAATk/5j1qRZzsZtQ/s320/blah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt3ctcrx9I/AAAAAAAAATU/w-L5190a0Bk/s1600-h/littlme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt3ctcrx9I/AAAAAAAAATU/w-L5190a0Bk/s400/littlme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2002&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly look forward when I think about my life and I only see wonderful things for me in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted me for me and can not imagine having a different past then the past I lived. Hard times came and came and went. Some brought upon by own horrible choices, and some brought upon by well- life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the nearing eve of 2009 here is my self-assessment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;a hopeless romantic&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;become &lt;/i&gt;an idealist, craving balance- to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;messy.&lt;br /&gt;I love organization and organizational devices.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;I do way too many things at once.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;become&lt;/i&gt; painfully optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;get an attitude, baby. ;) &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;care deeply for people.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like animals that much (I'm sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;become &lt;/i&gt;extremely content.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;hate doing laundry. &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;i&gt;become &lt;/i&gt;extremely passionate about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am extremely proud of my life and what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt5OdQ2yEI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ffc4zDhujR4/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt5OdQ2yEI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ffc4zDhujR4/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-6458929474879627112?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6458929474879627112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=6458929474879627112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/6458929474879627112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/6458929474879627112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STt4ZmeG5_I/AAAAAAAAATk/5j1qRZzsZtQ/s72-c/blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4370868112607234096</id><published>2008-12-04T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:52:00.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man...she is just the cutest, little, most scrumptious, delicious, button of a kid. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STjcyz2vCtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_ze6hlQOMH4/s1600-h/100_7738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STjcyz2vCtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_ze6hlQOMH4/s320/100_7738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STjdS4UuFOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vAj665DK5z8/s1600-h/100_7739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STjdS4UuFOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vAj665DK5z8/s320/100_7739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/STjcUSsaEvI/AAAAAAAAASs/ARkqrmUDppQ/s1600-h/100_7760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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No-No....No No No........No! No. No. No no no no. No-Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, she has been saying no for the past few minutes since I put her to bed. Its hillarious and adorable. Oh yeah, she has learned how to say "no" and "mine". Its greaaaaaaat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8539216224752543454?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8539216224752543454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8539216224752543454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8539216224752543454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8539216224752543454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/eves-dropping.html' title='Eavesdropping'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5189621361879754689</id><published>2008-11-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:43:22.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a great coversation today.</title><content type='html'>I was at the oil change place (you know the one where they give you a *free* car wash, but really just charge you an arm &amp;amp; a leg for the oil change?) Anyhoo, I was sitting there drinking my diet coke and along came this man and come to think of it, I never even caught his name. Anyway he was the sweetest 95 year old man I've ever met in my life and we had a great coversation. He kept apologizing for "boring" me but I really enjoyed him. It made me think of my late grandpa Paul. He was such a kind soul and I really would love to have a conversation with him. I feel like I missed out big time on his life. I really wish he was still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG and I went to Gymboree this morning and had such a blast, we just started going and I think she's getting the hang of it. She loves Gymbo and loves to climb on everything. Kids have it made these days. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJtn9fns2I/AAAAAAAAASE/L2G9YVrWrRs/s1600-h/100_7506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJtn9fns2I/AAAAAAAAASE/L2G9YVrWrRs/s320/100_7506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJt6eoOVhI/AAAAAAAAASM/MaZDkSxRhtc/s1600-h/100_7502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJt6eoOVhI/AAAAAAAAASM/MaZDkSxRhtc/s320/100_7502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJuO5upVwI/AAAAAAAAASU/1Y7WBE5cEXI/s1600-h/100_7505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJuO5upVwI/AAAAAAAAASU/1Y7WBE5cEXI/s320/100_7505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJx0zIjQZI/AAAAAAAAASc/4-hpHj_q8TI/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJx0zIjQZI/AAAAAAAAASc/4-hpHj_q8TI/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5189621361879754689?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5189621361879754689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5189621361879754689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5189621361879754689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5189621361879754689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-great-coversation-today.html' title='I had a great coversation today.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SSJtn9fns2I/AAAAAAAAASE/L2G9YVrWrRs/s72-c/100_7506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5667672655917502974</id><published>2008-11-11T21:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:51:20.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Action</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy busy these days. I just can't wait until this semester is over. 15 units I wont do again soon. I was supposed to take 17 next but I've trimmed it down to 9- well, maybe 12. I have this idea that if I have a few hours left in a day I need to be filling them up with something. So, I'll work on that- 9 or 12...either way its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much love my life right now. No matter what troubles I've got going on its an amazing feeling to have this awesome chick always by my side. She is hillarious these days. Sometimes we just sit and banter back and forth (she, in her baby babble) and we just crack up at each other. She really is a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moving out plans have stretched out a little bit. I think I need to wait at least a year. My three year plan might be stretching it a little too much....I dont think any of us could make it that far. Three kids under 5 years old and three adults is way too many people in one house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- so here are the words GG says these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Milk-Milk&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;Eye (and points to either nose or eyes..lol)&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Night-Night&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Choo-choo&lt;br /&gt;Agua (a-wa)&lt;br /&gt;MaMa&lt;br /&gt;NaNa&lt;br /&gt;PaPa&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Wow-wow&lt;br /&gt;Ow (and she pinches herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are her favorite words as of late. She also is pretty darn good at giving kisses and blowing kisses- its adorable. Instead of signing "please" with her hand on her chest she signs "please" with her hand on her hip....its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SRpuwGoH_5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/P9LDWGWzg6s/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SRpuwGoH_5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/P9LDWGWzg6s/s320/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5667672655917502974?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5667672655917502974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5667672655917502974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5667672655917502974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5667672655917502974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-in-action_11.html' title='Life in Action'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SRpuwGoH_5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/P9LDWGWzg6s/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7459837333484450134</id><published>2008-11-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:45:29.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Mommas...</title><content type='html'>I'm in awe of those that have gone before me. Single moms, that is.&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to realize how much support I receive from my friends and family and while I appreciate it so much I'm beginning to feel like I need to fly. The nest, that is. My original plan of three years staying at home with M &amp;amp; D sounded good but I realize that GG and I need a home of our own. We need our own space. Even if its a room that we share together- it'll be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Ramsey keeps telling me I'm making a bad financial decision and that I should stay and save save save. However....here's how I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put myself here. I'm a single mom because of the choices I made. While I'm thankful for the help I've received I no longer am comfortable being supported. I work hard. Really hard. And I want to feel like what I have, I've earned. Everything. That may sound silly. But to me its not. I don't know how soon this is going to take place. I'm looking at in the next 1-6 months though. Six months would be ideal but I'm going to sit and pray on it and if a place opens up that fits us I may jump on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may only be able to afford a room. But with the right roommates (I'm thinking another single mom with a young toddler) then it just might work. As long as GG has common areas to share with another child I think we'd be okay sharing a bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared about this. I don't know exactly why. I suppose it would feel less scary if I was graduated from school and everything but the reality is that wont happen for at least two point five years. Thats too long. I'm scared about GG being completely dependent on me. I know I can do it, thats not what I'm scared of. I guess I'm just scared of the difficulties it will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, please pray for me as I consider this new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQ1aiQ-YGzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bw3hJpyywHk/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQ1aiQ-YGzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G2jwI5yPh3o/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-7459837333484450134?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7459837333484450134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7459837333484450134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7459837333484450134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7459837333484450134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-mommas.html' title='Single Mommas...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQ1aiQ-YGzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G2jwI5yPh3o/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8662095147337767801</id><published>2008-10-24T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:01:45.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner in Progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GG learns to eat with a spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF8-unbcUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Pw0f4culBAM/s1600-h/100_7195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF8-unbcUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tWE4vypQvCo/s320-R/100_7195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow...impressive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9OpTtD_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_3GatBv3EIM/s1600-h/100_7196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9OpTtD_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/gttZIdaztQc/s320-R/100_7196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Delish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9edhhfYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9yISnQZFZE/s1600-h/100_7201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9edhhfYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/R2y5T8Zi79o/s320-R/100_7201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hard work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9toFEnII/AAAAAAAAAQs/-8BoavCH2PA/s1600-h/100_7204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9toFEnII/AAAAAAAAAQs/60rfYK2I3_s/s320-R/100_7204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There goes the spoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9-xPsvOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EPFeIKBXdyg/s1600-h/100_7205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF9-xPsvOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JPLweYic2FM/s320-R/100_7205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now for the face dive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-QqEJtFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dUyj0fEpkLg/s1600-h/100_7206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-QqEJtFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qZea3fomHdQ/s320-R/100_7206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait...now the hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-iWEwFLI/AAAAAAAAARE/rgpoapTsIS8/s1600-h/100_7207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-iWEwFLI/AAAAAAAAARE/d9lfUYyh6KM/s320-R/100_7207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-iWEwFLI/AAAAAAAAARE/rgpoapTsIS8/s1600-h/100_7207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-iWEwFLI/AAAAAAAAARE/d9lfUYyh6KM/s320-R/100_7207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finger lickin' good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF_GLNkxCI/AAAAAAAAARU/4sxNwQEeZa0/s1600-h/100_7212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF_GLNkxCI/AAAAAAAAARU/415tTLDB9po/s320-R/100_7212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Best way to eat green beans...I tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-1Wfv15I/AAAAAAAAARM/4tu3L1RC9Sg/s1600-h/100_7211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF-1Wfv15I/AAAAAAAAARM/HJau37VecvA/s320-R/100_7211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQGA2bOZ7vI/AAAAAAAAARk/iWYf2BwZHA8/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQGA2bOZ7vI/AAAAAAAAARk/SAH1s6fO2zo/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8662095147337767801?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8662095147337767801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8662095147337767801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8662095147337767801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8662095147337767801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-in-progress.html' title='Dinner in Progress...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SQF8-unbcUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tWE4vypQvCo/s72-Rc/100_7195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-881840678322864814</id><published>2008-10-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:27:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna lie...</title><content type='html'>It makes me sad sometimes when I realize GG doesn't have a dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean- she does...but &lt;i&gt;she doesn't&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder how it will effect her (if at all) in her life. I want to imagine I'm enough parent for her...but I'm not sure. But I do believe that God is there to fill in the gaps that I miss along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an angel...just an angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-881840678322864814?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/881840678322864814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=881840678322864814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/881840678322864814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/881840678322864814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-gonna-lie.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna lie...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-2246004007278862004</id><published>2008-10-22T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:56:10.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing...</title><content type='html'>I am *supposed* to be writing an argumentative essay right now. You know what is the funny thing? Its about how the internet (however helpful) can cause problems ie: internet addiction, NOT GETTING THINGS DONE WHEN YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO, etc. etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am speaking from real-life experience here. ;o) I am so unfocused. School work is piling up. I mean, literally piling up. On my desk, in my car, in my bags....I can't keep up. I took a test for my Astronomy class on Monday and I'll be happy if I get a 'C'. Really though, thats all I want. I'm no longer out there looking for the thrill of an 'A'. I just want to pass. Pass and be done. 15 units is just insane when you have work and baby. I don't know what I'd do without my mom helping me out with GG. However pesimistic this post sounds- I totally am going to pass all of my classes...I'm so just so behind right now that its hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like I work on homework all day and at the end of the day- I'm still not done and I'm still behind. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...here's a pic of my sweetie girl because she makes me less stressed. (except for those moments when she is throwing herself down on the ground and frowning at me...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SkEPQXkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0eRrrF25wBU/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SkEPQXkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0eRrrF25wBU/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SUUOcBiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/G73ZrTSwi5A/s1600-h/discoverme_078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SUUOcBiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zbv30epHF40/s320-R/discoverme_078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SkEPQXkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0eRrrF25wBU/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SkEPQXkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7WU66oiqhWc/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-2246004007278862004?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2246004007278862004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=2246004007278862004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2246004007278862004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2246004007278862004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/arguing_22.html' title='Arguing...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SP-SUUOcBiI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zbv30epHF40/s72-Rc/discoverme_078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1260205704489424928</id><published>2008-10-13T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:24:39.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend....Short year.</title><content type='html'>Two birthday parties and a ton of presents later I am just plain pooped. We had a great time at GG's 1st birthday. It was a great party. Once I get all the photos together I will post a post-party blog. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday morning (yesterday) started very very early. GG woke up around 5:30am and I was totally irritated until I realized it was her birthday and I thought to myself that exactly one year prior I was up getting myself ready to go the hospital.&amp;nbsp; She was so loving&amp;nbsp; and we cuddled in bed for about a half hour exchanging kisses and hugs (she's sucha sweetie) until finally starting the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe a year has passed. She is turning into a little girl and it kind of makes me sad. I feel like she's just going to grow and grow and one day she wont need me anymore. I love her to death. Best thing ever is to be a mom. Life can't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves playing with babydolls. Its so adorable. She hugs them and kisses them, puts them in strollers and cradles them "to sleep." When did she grow up? Ah, she's such a darling. She's such a good girl. How did I get so lucky??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SPQe-APiTVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MloxiaGn9Cw/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SPQe-APiTVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PCFleYLU4Cw/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-1260205704489424928?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1260205704489424928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1260205704489424928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1260205704489424928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1260205704489424928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-weekendshort-year.html' title='Long Weekend....Short year.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SPQe-APiTVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PCFleYLU4Cw/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-2844749702171515881</id><published>2008-10-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:52:29.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm terribly tired...</title><content type='html'>I went to bed sometime after 3am last night. I was so wound up all day yesterday running around like a madwoman....I think it just took me a long time to settle down. Yesterday was our first *Tuesday Night* bible study. The adults are doing a study of James and I'm with the children doing their own curriculum. Only 5 kids showed up. While it was pretty calm and easy...I was a tad bit bummed. I hope more show up next week. Tonight I'm sitting in during the first college-age "youth group reunion" group. As much as I love those kids I'm just so tired today and I'd love to stay home and get some homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay Nay woke me up like 5 times this morning from about 6:15 am through 7:50 am when I finally woke up. She refuses to go to daycare and so I'm staying with her on my days off until she starts pre-school next week. I'm so excited she's starting pre-school. She's never been and I know she'll love it. Plus, Kinder is next year so this little darling must get prepared! So anyhow, I've got a day full of girly things. As I type the girls are playing "princesses". Its darling. I love that Nay Nay is claiming GG is "tired" and needs a nap because "she's taking my things..." *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOzW8EMkTQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sDCS7XSNBlg/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOzW8EMkTQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d3z97FB8AYI/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-2844749702171515881?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2844749702171515881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=2844749702171515881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2844749702171515881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2844749702171515881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-terribly-tired.html' title='I&apos;m terribly tired...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOzW8EMkTQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/d3z97FB8AYI/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1725416227669906180</id><published>2008-10-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:49:03.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just entered a contest...</title><content type='html'>To win a new Ju-Ju-Be Diaper bag. I know. I'm obsessed. I haven't had a new diaper bag in FOREVER and I just can't justify getting one so I just hit up &lt;a href="http://www.babywearsprada.com/"&gt;http://www.babywearsprada.com&lt;/a&gt; and entered to win a new Ju-Ju-Be of my choice. I am so excited...cross your fingers for me and head over there and check out the site. Its really neato-shmeato. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOkoMrWDDeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/cqPT8hBT92E/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOkoMrWDDeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h9WpshcOFAI/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-1725416227669906180?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1725416227669906180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1725416227669906180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1725416227669906180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1725416227669906180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-entered-contest.html' title='I just entered a contest...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOkoMrWDDeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h9WpshcOFAI/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-2065734864483842576</id><published>2008-09-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:22:50.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Time!</title><content type='html'>Okay. GGs bday is going to be Da Bomb-Diggity. I put the final touches on her hand made centerpeices and decorations tonight. Its just sooo adorable. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her...other...family is throwing her a birthday party after I offered to bring her down there on her actual birthday since that is "their" day anyway. They usually have supervised visits in my home so this will be a treat for them. I just know GG is going to get so spoiled. One party at our house the day before her birthday and one party at her dad's house on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cleaning and sorting today and I am selling a TON of stuff on craigslist. Perfectly good toys. But we have WAY too many around here. I also rearranged GG's room to accomodate her cousin NayNay since she and her brother JJ are living with us now. GG just loves having them here...its crowded around here these days since NayNay and JJ are 3 &amp;amp; 4 years old. But its a lot of fun. Okay. I must finish with my craigslist posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOG3RcUxFFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BFuPcbm9aI0/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOG3RcUxFFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8qoXbj7eXFw/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-2065734864483842576?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2065734864483842576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=2065734864483842576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2065734864483842576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/2065734864483842576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/09/jungle-time.html' title='Jungle Time!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOG3RcUxFFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8qoXbj7eXFw/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4723753836164206915</id><published>2008-09-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:27:57.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anybody out there?</title><content type='html'>I know, its been a month. How time flies. I can come up with a million excuses but lets just catch up instead. ;o) Darling GG will be 1 in TWO WEEKS! She is budding three brand new teeth to add to her pair of chompers. She is full blown walking all around the place. I seriously can't keep up! She is one feisty little girl, might I add. We've finally got a great routine down as far as work and daycare and school goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going so well. I love what God is doing in our Children's Church and its wonderful to be a part of it. SInce I've been so busy I haven't been keepin up with my fellow mommies on all my boards and it makes me really sad. Seems silly to miss people you don't truly know at all and live clear across the country. But I do. Its so out of my routine now...I'll have to find a way to keep up with everyone at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG and I have been staying with family for over a week now and we are finally back home! Praise the Lord! It was so awful trying to get her to sleep in a strange place. She took wonderful naps and went down for bed at her normal time with no crying today. She missed her bedroom, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Glad to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOBZQ0H6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8dLCY6FM8Sk/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOBZQ0H6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oaqKWPn47cc/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-4723753836164206915?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4723753836164206915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=4723753836164206915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4723753836164206915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4723753836164206915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is there anybody out there?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SOBZQ0H6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oaqKWPn47cc/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4720498004780830747</id><published>2008-08-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:18:03.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm awake now....</title><content type='html'>I've been a super sleepy momma all day long and I couldn't help but fall fast asleep after GG went down at around 7pm. *sigh* and now I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- the computer. Its still broken. Which sucks because Paul totally fixed up my internet connection at work (I use my laptop at work) and hooked me up wirelessly to the printer (finally) and its awesome. Poor guy, it took him like 3 hours or something. And NOW I have to send my stinkin' computer to some place so they can replace the hard drive. Its just such a hassle. Plus, how the heck am I going to do stuff at work?? *sigh* I'll figure it out I suppose. Plus how the heck am I going to keep up with all my mommy friends online? I'll be so outta the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- so I was just on a cleaning/organizing spree in my room and its half done and I'm on my bed frightened about the little frog that somehow found himself in my room. A frog?? Yes, there is a frog in my room. It totally freaked me out and I want it out of my room now. I seriously will not under any circumstances remove myself from my bed until morning when I can make my father come in here and find that nasty thing and take it outside. A frog? Really...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLuJAio61XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DLlbW5fDi-k/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLuJAio61XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KEaQXXgprrM/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-4720498004780830747?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4720498004780830747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=4720498004780830747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4720498004780830747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4720498004780830747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-awake-now.html' title='I&apos;m awake now....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLuJAio61XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KEaQXXgprrM/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-3037001654906690225</id><published>2008-08-28T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:09:31.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, last night while I was updating my blog...something HORRIFIC happened. My computer went black and I wasn't able to turn it back on. Windows wouldn't load. While I was annoyed, I didn't think much of it and kept trying to get it to go back on. Well. It didn't. I was hysterical thinking that I had lost about 4 months of pictures I hadn't gotten around to backing up. I was sobbing. Woke up my mom and cried myself to sleep. Seems silly. I know. But I was devistated at the idea that I would lose all of these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward. This afternoon I drudged into Best Buy to see if they could fix my sick computer. Seems that I am going to be able to get all the stuff off the computer, however I'm going to have to send it in to get a new hard drive. I hate electronics sometimes. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLdoXRR1b0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/nKO9lHcmQB0/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLdoXRR1b0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/YC_evqArn6M/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-3037001654906690225?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3037001654906690225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=3037001654906690225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3037001654906690225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3037001654906690225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-last-night-while-i-was-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLdoXRR1b0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/YC_evqArn6M/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-582528193304311935</id><published>2008-08-23T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:32:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Took a week off.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd like to say I took a week off but the reality is that I've been terribly busy for a week. Alivia has been a super-teether this week and I haven't been able to put in many hours during the day- so I've been going in at night a few nights. Oh, and school started this week, too. 15 units. I don't know what possessed me to do that. Oh, yes...I have a child. Must get school finished!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done reading a blog of a friend of a friend. http://leamonadeliving.multiply.com/video/item/7/Wyatts_Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend lost their 9 month old son, Wyatt to Liver disease. I can't imagine. I don't even have words to be honest. I've been reading, watching...crying. Just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes you realize how precious life is, and what a gift it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLDkUyVfj_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/NGtyrUIEmeE/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLDkUyVfj_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/5znaC2IW35Y/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-582528193304311935?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/582528193304311935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=582528193304311935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/582528193304311935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/582528193304311935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/took-week-off.html' title='Took a week off.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SLDkUyVfj_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/5znaC2IW35Y/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-3921507330723891316</id><published>2008-08-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:14:58.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veridict.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I've been a "working mom" for about two weeks now. And my verdict? I'm meant to be a SAHM (stay at home mom). I love being at home. I love seeing every-little-thing GG does and experiences. I wish I could still do that. I miss it. I miss it dearly. She is so awesome and I enjoy every moment that I do get to spend with her even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But- I LOVE MY JOB. I'm excited about what God is doing at our church and I love that he has trusted me with such an amazing responsibility at our church. Let me tell you about my church for those of you that don't know much about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- its a sort of &lt;i&gt;mixed&lt;/i&gt; crowd. If you can say that. Its not necessarily a "biker church" but, lets just say there is a lot of leather and chains. LOL. Our ministry is a ministry to the broken. We have a lot of people coming straight out of addiction and dysfunction. Hello...how do you think I ended up there? LOL. Praise God. Well so that leaves me with an eclectic group of children. Its difficult. Cookie cutter shapes don't always fit our kids. One of the favorite sayings at our church is that we've always been trying to fit a square peg in a round hole and well- &lt;b&gt;FORGET THAT&lt;/b&gt;. It just doesn't work. We've got kids coming out of a lot of experiences in short little lives. Addiction, imprisoned parents, and just plain hard times. God uses people of all shapes in my opinion. And we got all kinds of fun shapes around our parts. Its amazing how God can work in our lives to bring us all together.&lt;br /&gt;But I tell ya- its a challenge when you have to be the one to figure out how exactly the programs are supposed to be run. This is how I start each day of work: I walk into my office. Set down my keys and plug in my computer. I walk into the sanctuary- get on my knees and &lt;b&gt;pray&lt;/b&gt;. Its the only way I get any worth while work done in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKaZ7TTuSSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9Z8_WfnynP4/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKaZ7TTuSSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UfIZmMdeUrs/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" /&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/8200005308183329809-3921507330723891316?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3921507330723891316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=3921507330723891316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3921507330723891316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3921507330723891316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/veridict.html' title='The Veridict.'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKaZ7TTuSSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UfIZmMdeUrs/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8955812996830437258</id><published>2008-08-13T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:06:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Walker </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="361" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid301.photobucket.com/albums/nn57/dollymomma12/10mos5steps.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8955812996830437258?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8955812996830437258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8955812996830437258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8955812996830437258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8955812996830437258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-walker.html' title='Little Walker '/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5943533644852591420</id><published>2008-08-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:14:33.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta W!LD day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a great day at the SB zoo. We saw a ton of animals and GG had a wonderful time with her two gal pals L&amp;amp;B. Mondays are now mommy and daughter days for us. I'm taking Mondays off work to do something cool with GG every week. Its so special to me to be able to spend quality time with her. Even more so now that I am going to be away from her for a few days a week. I'm also making a decision on day care this week- she'll be in two days a week and it makes me sad- but I love the time I've been able to spend with her these past 10 months as a "SAHM".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;The day begins....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEaQGUjj1I/AAAAAAAAANg/bpbnE__UwsM/s1600-h/100_6515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEaQGUjj1I/AAAAAAAAANg/86BshRUDhgI/s320-R/100_6515.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEY60xPf9I/AAAAAAAAANY/Iz9dIYGNWdc/s1600-h/100_6567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEY60xPf9I/AAAAAAAAANY/gBM_cBMWx8E/s320-R/100_6567.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEW-24-V8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/JmAVzdbScEg/s1600-h/100_6604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEW-24-V8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/MOv_wbj1fR4/s320-R/100_6604.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEXi0fl0wI/AAAAAAAAANA/WV-UbMU-bL8/s1600-h/100_6538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEXi0fl0wI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZGX1CurS_K8/s320-R/100_6538.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEbTgpsULI/AAAAAAAAANw/Z3T8F0Hohbc/s1600-h/100_6580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEbTgpsULI/AAAAAAAAANw/Z_fe4KRPZgc/s320-R/100_6580.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEWlVu_bII/AAAAAAAAAMo/nWAx-7igeVs/s1600-h/100_6522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEWlVu_bII/AAAAAAAAAMo/44i5_lowjJE/s320-R/100_6522.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;And the day comes to an end...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEbDWTsYcI/AAAAAAAAANo/dBEpWuSJndM/s1600-h/100_6607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEbDWTsYcI/AAAAAAAAANo/B1ZvKcaIb60/s400-R/100_6607.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;What a great day for The Blah Blah Momma &amp;amp; Baby- life being a single mommy is great. I am blessed beyond measure for every second I am a mother to this beautiful child. Can't wait for more exciting days like this to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEcJHwdeAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/xx_UTYLaoLs/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEcJHwdeAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yEhGGkOn1Js/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5943533644852591420?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5943533644852591420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5943533644852591420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5943533644852591420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5943533644852591420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatta-wld-day.html' title='Whatta W!LD day!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SKEaQGUjj1I/AAAAAAAAANg/86BshRUDhgI/s72-Rc/100_6515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-720541289560333511</id><published>2008-08-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:39:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll............</title><content type='html'>GG has taken her first steps!!! I'm still undecided how I feel about it. She was taking 2-3 steps tonight and I'm blown away. I thought it was cool that she is doing something new- and then I thought- UHH my daughter just walked. Walked?! *sigh* she's growing up too fast. Thats for sure. She'll be 10 months on Tuesday. I know its early and its only a few steps but I just can't believe how soon she'll be doing circles around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now ..The Momma is tired after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJ5i58Mr_kI/AAAAAAAAAMg/uibEH_wQM9E/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJ5i58Mr_kI/AAAAAAAAAMg/efk_Ez1lSOY/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&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/8200005308183329809-720541289560333511?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/720541289560333511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=720541289560333511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/720541289560333511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/720541289560333511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-roll.html' title='Drum Roll............'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJ5i58Mr_kI/AAAAAAAAAMg/efk_Ez1lSOY/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5296559524425177865</id><published>2008-08-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:52:24.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Well, last night what the "Birthday Bash Wrap Up". It was such a great night. It seems like a bit much after having two full days of work and more time than I like away from GG, but it was totally worth it. Wicked is an amazing show! I didn't even know what the story line was but I've been listening to the soundtrack all week. Ah, I just loved the show. Our evening started with Sushi at Blue Fin- it was OH-SO-YUMMY! I haven't had sushi in some time now and man it was worth the wait. Oh, and who knew GG was such a spinach fiend? She probably scarfed down like a full cup of greens. Oh, and edamame was a fave for her too. Here are some pics I wanted to share from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsXFVwjNQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TjD4zr7DEJQ/s1600-h/100_6471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsXFVwjNQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kSuAtzAEc70/s400-R/100_6471.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsXjNGO6DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/LlVRcs6comw/s1600-h/100_6474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsXjNGO6DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NCd1GtBwSe4/s400-R/100_6474.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsX-0FXLBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KuUOVymr-uw/s1600-h/100_6481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsX-0FXLBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wH5vJDYbQWo/s400-R/100_6481.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsYd-pO9nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gpHh7KgAXNo/s1600-h/100_6484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsYd-pO9nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Wqa2hv6DRfQ/s400-R/100_6484.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night. Tia Sonia, Leanna, Tia Annie, Tio Richard, Andrew, Krystal, Baby Guy, and of course The Blah Blah "Nana" came to celebrate! Thanks to Krystal &amp;amp; Drew for the awesome ticket to a great show!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsaJdC5UtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/I6AlzrCjtMA/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsaJdC5UtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eGInbVAY1SY/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5296559524425177865?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5296559524425177865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5296559524425177865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5296559524425177865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5296559524425177865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-wrap-up.html' title='Birthday Wrap Up'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJsXFVwjNQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/kSuAtzAEc70/s72-Rc/100_6471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1535243117889142240</id><published>2008-08-05T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:23:48.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Day</title><content type='html'>Well, GG is napping and I probably won't see her again for another 5 or 6 hours. That will probably be the longest time ever since she's been born. Actually, I'll probably go take one-more-peek before I leave. ;o) Today is my first day of work. I'm not so nervous about work. I'm much more nervous about not being with GG all day. Everyday I get to be there, to hug, to love, to smile back, to care for, to give kisses...and today I'll be in another town...with GG on my mind all day long! But I know she'll (I'll) be fine. I'm excited about going to work and getting started. I've been at the same church for 5 years or so and I'm really comfortable there so I know I'll be fine. I already know what I'm doing today and organizing is my forte' so it'll be great. That, and meetings. Then...home to GG, dinner...and off to school. Wow, a busy day for The Blah Blah Momma today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;font size="1"&gt;.and its my birthday today&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="1"&gt;:o) shhHhHhh....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/jKtsoEAPSMQ/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ss60JLge4-M/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-1535243117889142240?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1535243117889142240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1535243117889142240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1535243117889142240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1535243117889142240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day.html' title='A Big Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJh-fPKnX5I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ss60JLge4-M/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4074089621067030734</id><published>2008-08-02T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:30:28.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Signing Time!</title><content type='html'>I've had the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Signing Time&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;theme song lyrics in my head all day. &lt;i&gt;"It's signing time with Alex &amp;amp; Leah...." &lt;/i&gt;We received the DVD we got from &lt;a href="http://babysteals.com/"&gt;babysteals.com&lt;/a&gt;...so I thought its a nice time to share what little signs GG can do. She started with "more" at 7 months and now has picked up these others at 9 months. Here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bye-Bye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"ALL DONE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="361" src="http://s301.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid301.photobucket.com/albums/nn57/dollymomma12/9mos-signandsayALLDONE.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" wmode="transparent"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-4074089621067030734?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4074089621067030734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=4074089621067030734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4074089621067030734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4074089621067030734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-signing-time.html' title='It&apos;s Signing Time!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4355077501121428248</id><published>2008-08-01T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:49:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day &amp; an annoucement....</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a day. Our wonderful plan was to go the beach. Well...I'll only give you the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 screaming babies in unison in the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Situating a gazillion things into the car with 3 mommies and 3 babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaking steering wheel (apparently brakes needs some work) on the scary road to the beach..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling AAA to fix the tire just to find they couldn't get to the new tire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paying for parking for the wrong beach- no refund.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;carrying WAY too much stuff with babies in tow on the hot sand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and....the sand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LOL, &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; a day. However once we sat down it was quite pleasant. The babies had a wonderful time. It was GG's first trip to the beach besides on vacation in Oahu, HI. (miss that place...*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay- so. For the big news. Weeeellllll......I got a job!! You're lookin' at the new Children's minister at my church! I couldn't be more blessed. I'm just ecstatic. I'm looking forward to this so much. Although- I'm a little sad. It hasn't hit me that I will be spending less time with my darling daughter. However the hours are COMPLETELY flexible and I will do my best to be with her and continue to breastfeed for as long as possible. Whew- I'm going to be working 24 hours a week and also taking 15 units this semester! Pray for me! I know I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJP1cXFNH9I/AAAAAAAAALo/ve_9wr8JgFw/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJP1cXFNH9I/AAAAAAAAALo/lT3uJZsC2Ds/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&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/8200005308183329809-4355077501121428248?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4355077501121428248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=4355077501121428248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4355077501121428248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4355077501121428248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-day-annoucement.html' title='Beach Day &amp; an annoucement....'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJP1cXFNH9I/AAAAAAAAALo/lT3uJZsC2Ds/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7723143088938379295</id><published>2008-07-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:56:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Lover...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I got my final paper done for my summer class. Went smoother than I thought it would and I whipped it up just like mashed potatoes! ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to bed at a decent hour tonight. Oops, its already 11pm isn't it? *sigh* I've got this terrible insomnia that makes me look like I'm a cast member of that movie "Night of the Living Dead" Ew. Someone actually told me "You don't look good" the other day. I think she meant well..hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, anyone have any insomnia remedies? Because I'm back to drink 2-3 cups of coffee a day. I was doing so well with that too. Aye Aye Aye. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I get ready for bed, enjoy a pic of my GG and her "little lover" ways. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJFTZzUTxsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VCQjndEQdZc/s1600-h/l_feffd157fa6df94525b0a974fb7cb550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJFTZzUTxsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/l6xm5gIoy_U/s320-R/l_feffd157fa6df94525b0a974fb7cb550.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little lover of mine has been giving hugs to everyone and everything- thats her with Little Iz's water baby dressed as a duck. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJFTtPlsA4I/AAAAAAAAALY/tq9i9Kz_Eew/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJFTtPlsA4I/AAAAAAAAALY/LFcBB6-41AM/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&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/8200005308183329809-7723143088938379295?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7723143088938379295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7723143088938379295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7723143088938379295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7723143088938379295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-lover.html' title='My Little Lover...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SJFTZzUTxsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/l6xm5gIoy_U/s72-Rc/l_feffd157fa6df94525b0a974fb7cb550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-7061298368428601081</id><published>2008-07-29T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:57:07.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be a busy day...</title><content type='html'>Well right now I've got two napping baby girls (well, "napping" is used loosley 'round these parts lately...GG is babbling to herself as we speak...) and in a few hours I'll have a toddling almost-two-year-old here too. I miss delly...so she's gona come visit today with us and we'll have a house full of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while the wee ones are napping I'll take this time to talk about the latest fun fact in my life. Well...I suppose it depends on what you call "fun". I just started doing the "Real Money Makeover" with Dave Ramsey. I got the audio book and listened to it all in a few days. I tell ya, this man....is a genius. In just a few weeks I feel like I've got so much more peace about my finances than I have in a while. I actually have $$ in the savings account and I'm getting out of debt. Yes! And the best part? I know where my money is going every month...no more asking myself "what the HECK did I spend all that dough on?" (hehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "fun" for me in following the RMM is that I get to "organize" my $$...yes I'm an organizing, compartimentalizing freak (is that a word?) anyhow...each month when I get paid I take the $$ and deposit whatever I need to pay in bills into my bank (exact amount) and then I deposit a savings for the month as well. Then with the left over cash I divvy it up in my "cash envelopes" I use envelopes for gas, food, entertainment, christmas savings, toiletries, entertainment, clothing...hmm what else? Can't remember- sleep deprived. Anyhow, once the $$ is gone for that particular category, its done! No more spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds simple, right? But you know, I actually spend a lot LESS money. There is something about cash that when it leaves your hand it makes so much more of an impact than if you are swiping a card- so in consequence, I spend less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo- thats just one part of the RMM, I look forward to sharing more tidbits with you all later. For now, I must go "de frump" myself. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI89f65AojI/AAAAAAAAALI/YjS4uk0sO58/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI89f65AojI/AAAAAAAAALI/wPeu8_2-efs/s320-R/sign+off.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&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/8200005308183329809-7061298368428601081?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7061298368428601081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=7061298368428601081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7061298368428601081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/7061298368428601081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/gonna-be-busy-day.html' title='Gonna be a busy day...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI89f65AojI/AAAAAAAAALI/wPeu8_2-efs/s72-Rc/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8338172566112138717</id><published>2008-07-28T18:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:49:29.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long 'ol day...</title><content type='html'>Little GG and I had a long 'ol day today. Started out with my excellent, super-napper not wanting to nap this morning (not good after mommy was up all night writing a review on the Be Spicy..LOL) and so I decided it was an outing day for us. Started with coffee with my mom's group. You know, I'm really glad I found those girls. They make life less boring. :o) I acquired a ton of new ways to save money at the grocery store and got a lot of good girl gab in. We strolled around the mall and chit chatted as people gawked at our "wall of strollers" filled with bouncing baby girls.  Got a deal on some super sale items at Children's Place (such a splurge since I'm a total DaveRamseyHOLIC now see: &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Real $$ Makeover&lt;/a&gt;)...and then headed to the bank, home, dinner, bath...and finally bed. Baby girl had no naps today poor baby and passed out at 6pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! I'm dedicating myself to watching A&amp;amp;E for the rest of the night. On right now: Intervention. Good show, must watch..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI53G5y-PMI/AAAAAAAAALA/sfusMhA-9AI/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI53G5y-PMI/AAAAAAAAALA/sfusMhA-9AI/s200/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228247177901259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8338172566112138717?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8338172566112138717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8338172566112138717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8338172566112138717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8338172566112138717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-ol-day.html' title='Long &apos;ol day...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI53G5y-PMI/AAAAAAAAALA/sfusMhA-9AI/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-945094600151899844</id><published>2008-07-28T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:36:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55% off Signing Time DVDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI300GF8vJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qflSzrex7CI/s1600-h/stdvd_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI300GF8vJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qflSzrex7CI/s200/stdvd_main.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228103918272953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo! Just ordered me a signing time DVD- although I was very sad to see the first two already sold out! Bummer! Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.babysteals.com/"&gt;www.babysteals.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI300Ic59NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8Ebeng2f1gA/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI300Ic59NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8Ebeng2f1gA/s200/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228103918906111186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-945094600151899844?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/945094600151899844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=945094600151899844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/945094600151899844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/945094600151899844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/55-off-signing-time-dvds.html' title='55% off Signing Time DVDs'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI300GF8vJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qflSzrex7CI/s72-c/stdvd_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5674939564563834380</id><published>2008-07-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:57:30.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy Spicy!</title><content type='html'>So I've had this Be Spicy Ju-Ju-Be Diaper Bag for about two weeks now. I simply love it. Oh- and did I mention I got it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd spankin' new*&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;? Yep. Cost me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zip. zero. zilch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2C-MVPvpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/97br9W56TAU/s1600-h/BeSpicy_BrownChampagne.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2C-MVPvpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/97br9W56TAU/s320/BeSpicy_BrownChampagne.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227978747420851858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wonderful makers of Ju-Ju-Be have something called the "Real Mom Giveaway" instead of giving bags away to celebrities like Gwen Stefani and Demi Moore...they give them away to little 'ol mommas just like me! I've been entering this contest since January and I finally won!! Plus the website where you enter the contest (&lt;a href="http://ju-ju-be.com/phpbb/index.php"&gt;The Pink Room&lt;/a&gt;) has a great group of mommies who swap ideas from a-z, and they are super nice too! Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyhow- this bag- WOW its amazing. If you've never tried a Ju-Ju-Be bag then you must. Great news too...the Pink Room has a forum to buy/sell/trade JJBs and I've found some awesome deals on some great bags! But I was overwhelmed with joy to receive this gem in the mail compliments of  Ju-Ju-Be. What a great company. They really love their customers! Their bags are simply to die for. Cute prints (and solids!) and AMAZING features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Favorite Features on the "Be Spicy":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exterior &amp;amp; Interior that practically cleans itself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;has anti-bacterial agents in it! and bright lining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F5fS_2LI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D6NCMz_g0W8/s1600-h/100_6052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F5fS_2LI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D6NCMz_g0W8/s320/100_6052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227981965147232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Insulated Bottle/Sippy Pockets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;fits most every sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F6tt_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sodcugpt1a8/s1600-h/100_6145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F6tt_Z1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/sodcugpt1a8/s320/100_6145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227981986198415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Great Mommy Pocket!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which includes: microfiber sunglasses pouch, padded cell phone pocket, stretchy key chain&lt;br /&gt;See the gusseted sides??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F6Q8XUsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6G-u3VJaJNU/s1600-h/100_6146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F6Q8XUsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6G-u3VJaJNU/s320/100_6146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227981978474074818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Memory Foam Changing Pad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nice for baby and wipes clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2HxulobPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UC6ziAv-LXs/s1600-h/100_6114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2HxulobPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UC6ziAv-LXs/s320/100_6114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227984030836223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Memory Foam Shoulder Strap* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so super comfy...ahHhhh...and NON slip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2JBzLMpII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Y5wsJg2p0Cs/s1600-h/100_6066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2JBzLMpII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Y5wsJg2p0Cs/s320/100_6066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985406457062530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Metal Feet* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so bag doesn't get scuffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2JCRUmw0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/0aclJ6IFS7E/s1600-h/100_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2JCRUmw0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/0aclJ6IFS7E/s320/100_6131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227985414549586754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Rhinestones adds some flare!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who doesn't like bling??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2HxMYG8wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/44A2f7SYd20/s1600-h/100_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2HxMYG8wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/44A2f7SYd20/s320/100_6060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227984021652697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Super Strong Hardware*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wont break on you...last forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2Hw8NJZSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qBQZfJs_GvY/s1600-h/100_6070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2Hw8NJZSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qBQZfJs_GvY/s320/100_6070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227984017311753506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Awesome stroller clips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so easy to use on every stroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F50OqMXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qDGsaxEB6wc/s1600-h/100_6154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2F50OqMXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qDGsaxEB6wc/s320/100_6154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227981970766180722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well- thats it. Hope you are totally convinced to go get your hands on a Ju-Ju-Be! I just love carrying mine...after being scruffy and spit up on all day its nice to have something just for mommy. Thanks Ju-Ju-Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI13kA8SvMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uwMu5Wy3KA4/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI13kA8SvMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uwMu5Wy3KA4/s200/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227966203058896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5674939564563834380?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5674939564563834380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5674939564563834380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5674939564563834380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5674939564563834380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/spicy-spicy.html' title='Spicy Spicy!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI2C-MVPvpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/97br9W56TAU/s72-c/BeSpicy_BrownChampagne.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-431377540149274142</id><published>2008-07-26T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:26:09.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Tera!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like a have a new toy! (or a new diaper bag! lol) Miss Tera from &lt;a href="http://www.alittlebitoftlc.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Bit of TLC&lt;/a&gt; has so graciously put together this brand new blog for me with help from Jenn's Blog Kit at &lt;a href="http://shabbymissjenn.typepad.com/"&gt;Shabby Miss Jenn&lt;/a&gt;. Tera has been working so hard just for little old me and I must say it feels so nice to know there are awesome girls out there like Tera. :o) I met her in the Ju-Ju-Be Pink Room  and now over (what feels like thousands) of emails I feel like I know the girl so much more. ;o) Go check out her blog and say hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...thanks Tera! You are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else- Hope you enjoy the new layout...I'm so proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIv4wsKb2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iKZajfqSvh8/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIv4wsKb2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iKZajfqSvh8/s200/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227545307865930194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-431377540149274142?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/431377540149274142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=431377540149274142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/431377540149274142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/431377540149274142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-tera.html' title='Thanks Tera!!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIv4wsKb2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iKZajfqSvh8/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1406209978478531362</id><published>2008-07-26T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:12:00.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49 years together...</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated our Grandparents 49th anniversary in our true unique family style: pizza at Round  Table! Tee Hee...it was nice to sit around and hang out with everyone. I really do love having a large family. We're close. Its beautiful. Out of 15 or so siblings between the two of them, my grandparents are the only couple to have managed to stay together. Wow. Thats awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic of PaPa J is just too cute not to post. He's coming around to the babes, I think. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIrtpEf368I/AAAAAAAAAD0/vS2wRwvOXNM/s1600-h/100_5833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIrtpEf368I/AAAAAAAAAD0/vS2wRwvOXNM/s400/100_5833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227251607354731458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all because of these two people that my family is the way that it is. 5 children, 11 grandchildren, and 4 great-grandchildren later...who would have thought a family would still see each other on a regular basis and genuinely enjoy each other? During Thanksgiving time its always  tear jerking to hear us all relay our gratitude towards Grams &amp;amp; Gramps for keeping it together all these years. No family is perfect...but I'm thankful to say that I belong to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIvnQmQYDfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e_eg2F-wDLw/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIvnQmQYDfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e_eg2F-wDLw/s200/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227526064826748402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-1406209978478531362?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1406209978478531362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1406209978478531362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1406209978478531362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1406209978478531362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/49-years-together.html' title='49 years together...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIrtpEf368I/AAAAAAAAAD0/vS2wRwvOXNM/s72-c/100_5833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-3136847387237294968</id><published>2008-07-21T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:42:33.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push it up, baby!</title><content type='html'>Okay- last night I started the "one hundred push ups" challenge... found at: http://www.hundredpushups.com I did the initial test and I was unable to even do 5 push ups! Apparently my abs have turned to mush because that is the only part of my body that ached when I did my measly 3 push-ups! And guess what? Today my abs were so sore! 3 push ups...really? I need to get back in shape...indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had 5 children in my care. An 8, 4, &amp;amp; 3 year old, and an 8 &amp;amp; 9 month old. Wow is all I can say. I thrive in chaos. I was quite proud of how our day went and how clean my kitchen stayed. Nobody starved...no one went missing...I think thats a great feat! I sure do have respect for all you moms of 5+ kiddos, thats for sure! Here's a pic of my beautiful, hectic day! :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIVzF2a3D8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_PZFoaw0nVw/s1600-h/100_5753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIVzF2a3D8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_PZFoaw0nVw/s400/100_5753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225709486978043842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-3136847387237294968?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3136847387237294968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=3136847387237294968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3136847387237294968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/3136847387237294968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/push-it-up-baby.html' title='Push it up, baby!'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SIVzF2a3D8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_PZFoaw0nVw/s72-c/100_5753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1807306358697541491</id><published>2008-07-14T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:49:25.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHxHkPmOPzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y_biiXMxEAs/s1600-h/100_5322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHxHkPmOPzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y_biiXMxEAs/s400/100_5322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223128355830644530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this plant that is in front of our house- so I decided to take a picture of it to make me see it from a different perspective. I think its very bright and has a very young, vibrant look to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting how looking at something from another angle can change the way you think about something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-1807306358697541491?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1807306358697541491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1807306358697541491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1807306358697541491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1807306358697541491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-dont-like-this-plant-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHxHkPmOPzI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y_biiXMxEAs/s72-c/100_5322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-4922854141346673306</id><published>2008-07-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:24:04.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months in- 9 months out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHmej8Q_X3I/AAAAAAAAACk/PSaIj5qaVaM/s1600-h/100_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHmej8Q_X3I/AAAAAAAAACk/PSaIj5qaVaM/s400/100_5515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222379583222800242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG is 9 months old today. She has been out just as long as she was in. As I was nursing her tonight and I just looked at her huge baby body sprawled across my chest and I thought- Dear, Lord...she is not going to be a baby much longer. She woke up a few hours after she went to bed tonight and I just held her close and rocked her back to sleep. She looked so innocent and peaceful there with her cheek smooshed up against the inside of my arm. Then she started screaming. Poor thing is teething, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-4922854141346673306?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4922854141346673306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=4922854141346673306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4922854141346673306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/4922854141346673306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/9-months-in-9-months-out.html' title='9 months in- 9 months out'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SHmej8Q_X3I/AAAAAAAAACk/PSaIj5qaVaM/s72-c/100_5515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8491994901140885103</id><published>2008-07-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:26:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think its normal?</title><content type='html'>to miss your precious little baby when she's just asleep in the next room? I consistently miss GG every night after she has been asleep for a few hours. I just want to wake her up and play with her and watch her smile and crack up at the world. She is growing up before my eyes. Its hilarious. She cracks up at the most simple things. She gets this cheesy little smile on her face that just makes my soul giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replay all of the events that brought that little one into existence and I always try to say "I should have done that, or shouldn't have done that.." and then I think....WOW I'm glad it happened the way it did, mistakes and all...because my God I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for her. She adds such substance to my life. Man, being a mom....doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3lCJZga7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mowS_igqV5g/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3lCJZga7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mowS_igqV5g/s320/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228086567492414386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8491994901140885103?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8491994901140885103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8491994901140885103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8491994901140885103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8491994901140885103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-miss-your-precious-little-baby-when.html' title='Do you think its normal?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3lCJZga7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/mowS_igqV5g/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-1322577126483719900</id><published>2008-07-04T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:24:47.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG73f9mbqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T8BR8EJshYA/s1600-h/fireworks+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG73f9mbqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T8BR8EJshYA/s400/fireworks+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219381146652748082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night GG saw her first fireworks show last night from Great Grandma and Grandpa's property. She had a wonderful time hanging out with her buddies Little D &amp;amp; Iz. She stayed up later than that little girl has ever stayed up in her life. Poor thing was just loopy by 10 pm. She let momma sleep in until 9 am this morning! Which lead into a wonderful day in the sun at the pool with the cousins. She got in the pool for the first time, and I think I have a swimmer on my hands. That child did not want to get out of that pool. It was so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG77bfYPljI/AAAAAAAAACM/YcT69Ri0uuM/s1600-h/DSCN0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG77bfYPljI/AAAAAAAAACM/YcT69Ri0uuM/s320/DSCN0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219385467867207218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think of my cousin today who arrived in Afghanistan for a 15 month deployment on Wednesday. With his own little one on the way it makes it all so much more heartbreaking. Today is a good day to think about all the soldiers out there and the families that miss them. We made this "cookie flag" in honor of him this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG78XcvMpgI/AAAAAAAAACU/EXM4dTxrx-8/s1600-h/100_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG78XcvMpgI/AAAAAAAAACU/EXM4dTxrx-8/s320/100_5512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219386497950328322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-1322577126483719900?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1322577126483719900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=1322577126483719900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1322577126483719900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/1322577126483719900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SG73f9mbqTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T8BR8EJshYA/s72-c/fireworks+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-6807167088991114647</id><published>2008-07-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:18:24.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the heart</title><content type='html'>This morning I did something I haven't done in some time now. I was alone in my room just simply worshiping Him. Its been a long time where I stood still in the glory of God and soaked it in. I had someone coming over and I was supposed to be getting ready for the day but I just stood there worshiping. My goodness, it was so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week I go to church...heck, most weeks I'm up on stage leading others in worship...But today...today was pure connection with my God. I had forgotten how much I love being in his presence. I've gotten away from it somehow. Isn't wonderful how great his timing is...I mean, just there in my room...listening to music and being inspired by Him. What a great start to a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today He reminded me that there isn't anything that He can't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-6807167088991114647?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6807167088991114647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=6807167088991114647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/6807167088991114647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/6807167088991114647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-heart.html' title='Back to the heart'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5624092582548860802</id><published>2008-06-27T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:24:54.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>Just want to snuggle up so close to your little bundle of joy and never let go? There is definitely a bond between child and mother, no doubt. I tend to believe that there is a very unique bond between "single mommy" and child. Its just us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just us and the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says in Corinthians that an unmarried woman is anxious only about the things of God and that a married woman is worried about how to please her husband. While being married can be a wonderful, beautiful thing I'm thankful to have this time with God- alone, to myself. I think its an area its okay to be selfish in. Paul also speaks in the same chapter about how we should be as if we aren't married..as if we aren't parents even...as to say this life is short- we should use our energies to focus on Him- not our own lives. Since we will only be here a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3ktzsS6JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bqlfmpoNiqs/s1600-h/sign+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3ktzsS6JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bqlfmpoNiqs/s320/sign+off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228086218068256914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5624092582548860802?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5624092582548860802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5624092582548860802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5624092582548860802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5624092582548860802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SI3ktzsS6JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bqlfmpoNiqs/s72-c/sign+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-8481452034430057749</id><published>2008-06-27T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:01:09.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For your law has been my song in the night</title><content type='html'>I will remember your name- I will.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember your name- I will.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry out...I cry out&lt;br /&gt;To God with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave ear to me...&lt;br /&gt;In the day of my troubles&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul it refused comfort.&lt;br /&gt;My soul it refused comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call to remembrance&lt;br /&gt;My song in the night&lt;br /&gt;I meditate in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For your law has been my song in the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-8481452034430057749?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8481452034430057749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=8481452034430057749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8481452034430057749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/8481452034430057749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-your-law-has-been-my-song-in-night.html' title='For your law has been my song in the night'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8200005308183329809.post-5107922453113443405</id><published>2008-06-26T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:49:07.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaper bags'/><title type='text'>You know you were born in the new millenium...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SGQAkPDgU5I/AAAAAAAAABc/XiV77jR2xew/s1600-h/100_5393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SGQAkPDgU5I/AAAAAAAAABc/XiV77jR2xew/s200/100_5393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216294890918400914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SGNcO-_SxwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/of3FLs6G9ng/s1600-h/100_5375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SGNcO-_SxwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/of3FLs6G9ng/s200/100_5375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216114205921560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...when mommies no longer buy those photo albums with the sticky pages to stick priceless little mementos of their children's lives. My mom actually used to sew little "covers" for her albums- very crafty, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt; cheesy. My daughter will soon realize that I have -some way, some how- recorded almost every moment of her life through facebook, myspace, blogspot, livejournal, and countless other forums I belong to....etc etc... With every online avenue I have to brag about every tiny little milestone or smile my daughter makes she will soon know how muchshe is loved. And she will probably know a great deal about her mother that she didn't know as well. I've come across old pages plastered with information from numerous years ago that I didn't even know was out there still...*sigh* I'll have to do a lot of covering my tracks by the time she learns to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already plays with my laptop. I actually think that she believes it is hers. I made a huge mistake by searching for online baby games for her. Online baby games? Really? Yep. And I'm the type of mother that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;lets her infant daughter play computer games. Its all for the greater good. Television I'm opposed to, but whats wrong with the internet? Ah...don't get me going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Princess GG will subscribe to my blog one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8200005308183329809-5107922453113443405?l=blahblahmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5107922453113443405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8200005308183329809&amp;postID=5107922453113443405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5107922453113443405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8200005308183329809/posts/default/5107922453113443405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-you-were-born-in-millenium.html' title='You know you were born in the new millenium...'/><author><name>Amber</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CTrCHlPZRd0/SGQAkPDgU5I/AAAAAAAAABc/XiV77jR2xew/s72-c/100_5393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
