<?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-2149516599364619368</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:48:25.826-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Menu'/><category term='TV'/><category term='My Family'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='The Everyday'/><category term='In My Opinion'/><category term='My Girls'/><category term='Just For Fun'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Life In The Slow Lane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6779938344826642179</id><published>2009-08-17T09:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:41:17.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>We stood for the rest hymn yesterday during sacrament, and when the organ began Maddy said, "Mommy this your song in the car!" How emotional I became that, not only did she recognize the hymn (Hymn #27 Praise to The Man), but she sang too and knew the entire chorus! I couldn't complete the song without crying.
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I have a very strong testimony of music and how it can influence a person's life. I'd say the music aided in my conversion to the church.  Each song is a prayer, a story, a testimony.  I cannot say which is my favorite, as there are so many.  From hyms of praise, to hymns of church history and patriotic hymns as well.
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I have many albums of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on my iPhone playlist. I play them all the time; on our way to school, church, store. It brings such a calm feeling into our hearts. Most recently I have been playing the album, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praise-Man-Honoring-Prophet-Joseph/dp/B001MYIPWI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1250518891&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Praise to the Man: Songs Honoring the Prophet Joseph Smith&lt;/a&gt;". The music, the arrangement, and singing by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is amazing. I encourage you to listen to the album.  It will give you goose bumps.
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Another album that I have frequented is "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Consider-Lilies-John-Rutter/dp/B00008VGLL/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1250519241&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Consider the Lilies&lt;/a&gt;".  The songs on this album are beautiful.  You can hear the words of the Savior. I have a hard time finding a favorite in this album, as they are all filled with hope and love.
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The past weeks have been marked with a lot of trials and sadness (hence, the neglect of my blogs).  It's been a time where I have questioned everthing from my faith, to my relationship with others, even my own personal worth. It has been during this time that I have listened and meditated with this music, and it's been very inspiring and uplifting. This music has made me realize that nothing is impossible if you have faith and put your trust in Him. I've done a complete cleansing of my playlist, erasing any song that brings on sadness or negative feelings, and added music that will inspire and uplift.
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You can watch the Mormon Tabernacle choir perform "Consider the Lilies" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ne178Ms2SFw"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;
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"He clothes the lilies of the field,
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And make their hearts as gold."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6779938344826642179?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6779938344826642179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6779938344826642179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6779938344826642179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6779938344826642179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/08/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-5947552814486054405</id><published>2009-07-10T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:27:13.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Family'/><title type='text'>A Sincere Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SlgGarpCwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HpTaH8O5QP4/s1600-h/Mari%27s+Wedding+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SlgGarpCwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HpTaH8O5QP4/s200/Mari%27s+Wedding+058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357038812218442466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A couple of months ago, my little sister saw her physician for a string of headaches she was experiencing.  She had many tests run, and labs done, and the day before her wedding, she was told she has a brain tumor near her Pituitary Gland.  Last night she was complaining of a headache and had, what appeared to be, a seizure, and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. She had more tests done, and it was determined she would be admitted to the hospital until the results came back.  Well tonight, she had a string of seizures. 
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We're all encouraged by the fact that she has a great team of doctors, and is in a hospital that specializes in neurological disorders. But, naturally, we're scared as well.  I ask you, please, if you say a prayer to please include her in it. Please keep her in your thoughts for a speedy recovery. Please.  She's my baby sister, and my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5947552814486054405?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5947552814486054405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5947552814486054405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5947552814486054405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5947552814486054405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/07/sincere-request.html' title='A Sincere Request'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SlgGarpCwuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HpTaH8O5QP4/s72-c/Mari%27s+Wedding+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7985748716703667751</id><published>2009-07-07T21:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:36:28.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Health Screenings</title><content type='html'>My medical insurance requires its members to have an annual screening for your cholesterol, glucose, and blood pressure, among other things.  If not, your rates would go up $4.25.  So I had mine done a couple of weeks ago and, as I mentioned in another &lt;a href="http://formerjunkfoodqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, the results were not great. 
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I found out yesterday that I have type 2 &lt;a href="http://diabetes.webmd.com/guide/type-2-diabetes"&gt;Diabetes&lt;/a&gt;. Hearing this was a  bit of a blow to me.  But it makes sense. I mean, at a very young age, I began having reflux issues, and was later diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/heartburn-gerd/reflux-disease"&gt;GERD&lt;/a&gt;.  Shortly after getting married, I had a mirage of problems.  I was experiencing weight gain, acne, amenorrhea, among other things. After several tests, I was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://women.webmd.com/tc/polycystic-ovary-syndrome-pcos-topic-overview"&gt;PCOS&lt;/a&gt;.  This is all related and due to metabolic issues.
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I have been upset, and sad, and ashamed...all at myself.  This is a serious wake up call, and I can't ignore this anymore.  I know that if I can control my sugar, and level out my hormones, I can work on other things and get better.  So next Tuesday, I get to visit the dietitian.  I believe I have been doing better the last few weeks in regards to making good food choices.  However, now I'm even more restricted as I can't have anything white at all (breads, rice, flour, etc).  But I have to do this.  I need to do this. I know it isn't going to go away quickly, and I now I have a whole team of drs.  But I know I can do it.  One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7985748716703667751?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7985748716703667751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7985748716703667751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7985748716703667751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7985748716703667751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/07/health-screenings.html' title='Health Screenings'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2911637485382120148</id><published>2009-07-04T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:40:41.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>When I first moved to the South, I went to get my hair cut and styled.  Well, my hair is naturall VERY curly, and I wanted it straight.   After the wash, the stylist put the hair dryer on warm and ran it through my hair.  I warned and advised my curly hair will not straighten that way.  She stated she new now to straighten it.  By the time she was done, I had a 1970's afro.  I mean an AFRO.  My hair was was standing on it's end.  The stylist said she didn't know what happened.  Well I did! That's not how you straighten curly hair!  I mean, I can straigten myself, but it takes 2 hours, and is frizzy by the end of the day. I have searched for a place for a long, long, LONG time.  Well, my searched ended last week.

My friend referred me a Dominican hair stylist from New Jersey, who is now in our area.  Well I visited her yesterday, and viola!

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I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2911637485382120148?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2911637485382120148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2911637485382120148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2911637485382120148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2911637485382120148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sk_oUBy09DI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZP2oTxr6Rsg/s72-c/new+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3879882866619231890</id><published>2009-06-30T12:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:39:05.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>3 Year Well Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkpJIxFnYMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mJrocPzDMqU/s1600-h/owie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkpJIxFnYMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mJrocPzDMqU/s400/owie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353171522047926466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Today was Maddy's 3 year well visit with her pediatritian.  Good thing we went today because as it turns out, she has a double ear infection.  *sigh*  Looks like no more swimming for a while for her.  She weighs 37lbs and is 39 inches long.  The dr said she's in 85 percentile in height, and weighs a bit more than he'd like. =[  He said she's not overweight at all, but with the amount of running around she does, she should be thinner.  She does eat a lot, but it's a lot of good food.  For example, she'll eats oatmeal in the mornings, she snacks on apple slices, bananas, raisins, carrots.  She eats lots fruits and vegetables.  She LOVES clementines! I don't buy red meat, and I don't fry food. We'll have to work on her portion sizes, I guess.

She's doing great developmentally.  Talking in sentences, potty trained, hopping on one foot, jumping with both feet, following instructions (when she WANTS to), vocalizing wants/desires, among other things.  She did get a Hepatitis A shot today because it's required in Hamilton County before entering Kindergarten.  She's pointing to her boo boo in the photo above.

So all in all, a good visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3879882866619231890?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3879882866619231890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3879882866619231890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3879882866619231890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3879882866619231890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-year-well-visit.html' title='3 Year Well Visit'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkpJIxFnYMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mJrocPzDMqU/s72-c/owie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3006493405741046767</id><published>2009-06-26T22:40:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:53:11.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>I guess I should change that to what &lt;strong&gt;I'VE &lt;/strong&gt;been up to.  I know my loyal fans have been long awaiting my posts.  I am terribly sorry!  Life has been so busy since April.  I had to travel to NYC to help my sister with her wedding preparations in April, Lindsay's graduation was in May, and my sister's wedding was in June. So now that life is slowing down, I'll be able to update regularly.  Here's what you missed:


Maddy's gymnastics program:

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Maddy Turned 3:

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My baby graduated 5th grade:

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My baby sister got married:
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkWJVMV-dVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vlCNTaSXGsA/s1600-h/Mari%27s+Wedding+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkWJVMV-dVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vlCNTaSXGsA/s400/Mari%27s+Wedding+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351834729383359826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Glad to be back to some normal life......time for a new adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3006493405741046767?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3006493405741046767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3006493405741046767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3006493405741046767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3006493405741046767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SkWHrjSwwCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Jk-tnL85PXI/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6685017135479875130</id><published>2009-05-16T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:18:47.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Madeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sg9XxYe12BI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zFjRd_P9vmM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sg9XxYe12BI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zFjRd_P9vmM/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336580589354342418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Maddy is 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6685017135479875130?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6685017135479875130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6685017135479875130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6685017135479875130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6685017135479875130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-madeline.html' title='Happy Birthday, Madeline'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sg9XxYe12BI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zFjRd_P9vmM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3019480403189125193</id><published>2009-04-20T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:42:10.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Making Progress</title><content type='html'>Last week was a great week!  I stuck to my plan and saw results both physically and mentally. I made a goal of zero eating out last week. The plan was if we didn't eat out during the week, we would go out on Friday night.  It wasn't easy, as I am all for convenience.  But it wasn't hard to do either.  The key, I believe, is good planning.  So on the 11th, I made my menu for the week and got groceries.  But I didn't stop there.  Once I got home, I seperated the chicken in individual bags.  I did the same with fruit and veggies.  This made it easy to grab what was needed and go.  I did some work before going to bed (ie, marinating chicken in the fridge overnight, thawing food, preparing the slow cooker, etc). I was then able to jump in the kitchen the next evening, and prepare dinner in an hour or less.  I also made enough to have for lunch the next day. It was great! This saved me a lot of time and physical pain, as I had dinner before 6pm everynight.  I was then able to go to the gym or workout at home.

I continue to struggle with sleep, but I'm trying relaxation methods and feel this will help me.

I am very pleased with my results, and look forward to doing the same this week.  I'm going to really stick to it this week, because I will be heading to NYC on Friday and there will be temptations.  But I know I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3019480403189125193?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3019480403189125193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3019480403189125193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3019480403189125193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3019480403189125193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-progress.html' title='Making Progress'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-972141618131990618</id><published>2009-04-17T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:56:21.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>What Do You Do?</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have found myself tossing and turning at night.  A lot.  More than the norm, I believe.  I can't sleep.  I'm sleepy when I go to bed, but not tired.  Does that make sense?  I'm sleepy, but my body isn't tired.  I feel like I can't turn my body off.  This clearly affects me the next day, causing frequent headaches.  

I don't drink anything caffinated during the afternoon/evening hours.  I don't eat past 6pm.  So I don't know what it could be.  I have gone to the gym 3 times this week; twice in the evening, once in the morning. I found that when I workout in the evening, I am more relaxed and sleep better.  But I don't always have time to go in the evening.

What do you do to help you relax/sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-972141618131990618?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/972141618131990618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=972141618131990618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/972141618131990618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/972141618131990618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-do.html' title='What Do You Do?'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6907948192011127872</id><published>2009-04-12T14:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:35:15.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeIzpt8_ANI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eHcSy9lAw6c/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeIzpt8_ANI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eHcSy9lAw6c/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323874501308383442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeIz7jwubaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MYRXftlg30k/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeIz7jwubaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/MYRXftlg30k/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323874807810256290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeI0QOzOBGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rL_gCg3bOuE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeI0QOzOBGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rL_gCg3bOuE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323875162960823394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6907948192011127872?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6907948192011127872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6907948192011127872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6907948192011127872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6907948192011127872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SeIzpt8_ANI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eHcSy9lAw6c/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7875009244042100643</id><published>2009-04-11T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:03:39.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>An update:  my luggage was found and delivered to me the day after my trip.  Hooray!  What a stressful trip home that was!  

Since I've been back I've been so busy.  Not that Adam let the place go to the dogs while I was gone, because he didn't.  But lets just say he's also happy I'm back home.  I am 100% better from my asthma.  I have to take so many meds daily, but it's worth being able to breathe without coughing.

I've made it to the gym 3 times this week.  I don't like going, but feel great after I go.  Now that I'm all caught up with my running around (for now), I am making it a goal to go everyday this week.

My little sister is getting married this summer, and has so much going on. I finally ordered my dress today, and can't wait to pick it up. I am heading back up to NYC on the 24th of this month, but I have learned my lesson: carry on baggage ONLY.  No more checking bags in for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7875009244042100643?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7875009244042100643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7875009244042100643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7875009244042100643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7875009244042100643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3401079307028652046</id><published>2009-03-31T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:52:46.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded, Naked, and Needing Some Air</title><content type='html'>My flight to Memphis departed the gate at NYC's LaGuardia Airport at 4:05pm. We taxied for what felt like a long time. The pilot said we were number 16 to depart. Yay. We finally reach the runway and we sit there some more. Finally, the engines rev up and we start to go, only to stop abruptly, causing everyone to lunge forward in their seats. We then exit the runway and sit. Finally, we make it back to the line where we're number 8 to take off. We then go and, once again, stop abruptly. By now I have a headache. Sit some more, and the pilot comes on to say we're returning to the gate. So we arrive back at the gate an hour after leaving and the plane is turned off. After another 30 minutes (at this point I'm 99.99999% sure I'd miss the connecting flight) we were informed that there was a problem with the computer system which handles the fuel and these were the options:

1.  Wait for them to finish the work and fly to Memphis. Since I'd miss the last flight to Chattanooga, they would put me at a hotel til the morning. 
2.  Stay in NYC another night and fly out the next day. 

3.  Take another flight home tonight.  

So I chose door number 3! They booked me on a flight from NYC to Atlanta, and then to Chattanooga. Great! I get to the gate and the flight is cancelled. Wow. They book me on another flight and I made it on just as they were closing the door. Yes! 

I arrive to Atlanta to find my connecting flight to Chattanooga has been cancelled til tomorrow. Great! I then decide to take the shuttle bus home instead, only to realize I have NO CLUE where my luggage is. 

I explained my story to baggage claim and, after she made about 15 calls, she informed me that the very first original flight out of NYC was scrapped all together and all baggage was removed from the plane. So....no one knows where my luggage with all my medication/toiletries/clothes/coat/phone charger is at. No one. She says she's certain my luggage won't arrive to Memphis or Chattanooga. So I filled out the paperwork and ran to catch the shuttle bus which I barely missed. .

So here I am. On the shuttle. Blogging on my phone. Crying. Wondering if door number 3 was a wise decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3401079307028652046?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3401079307028652046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3401079307028652046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3401079307028652046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3401079307028652046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/stranded-naked-and-needing-some-air.html' title='Stranded, Naked, and Needing Some Air'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2632177868025948277</id><published>2009-03-29T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:50:24.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Greetings From the Big Apple</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry I have been unable to update the blog as I promised.  I flew into NYC on Wednesday night.  However, I couldn't say anything to anyone because I was here for my little sister's surprise bridal shower.  So, naturally I couldn't stay at mom's house because my little sister would see me.  I stayed with a friend until the day of the shower.  She was very surprised and shocked.  Poor thing cried and cried.  It was a blast!  We spent the day today working on her wedding invitations.

I have been doing well with my eating.  But I can't turn down the yummy Spanish food!  =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2632177868025948277?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2632177868025948277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2632177868025948277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2632177868025948277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2632177868025948277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/greetings-from-big-apple.html' title='Greetings From the Big Apple'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6445104872881262792</id><published>2009-03-25T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:51:37.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I began my 30 Days to a Better Me.  It didn't go as well as I hoped it would, but it wasn't bad either.  

I'll begin with my Food Journal:

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast:
Skipped breakfast because I was running late

Morning Snack:
1 Navel Orange

Lunch: 
Penne Pasta with grilled chicken and steamed spinach
1 garlic roll

Afternoon snack:
1 Kit Kat

Dinner:
3 pieces of garlic bread

Misc:
1/2 cup of orange juice
1 can of coke
64 oz of water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

My biggest mistake was skipping out on breakfast.  By the time lunch came around, I was famished and make a poor lunch choice.  The same goes for dinner.  I was very busy packing up my office and moving things home, that I skipped out on dinner as well. I felt my energy dragging by 4pm, therefore I had a coke.  That could have also been prevented had I planned better and packed a lunch.

On the plus side, I had all of my water intake for the day.  This is a big deal for me because I am not a big water person.  The good thing about my asthma medication is that it requires me to drink lots of water to thin out the stuff in my lungs.  Also, there was cake that was being served at work which I did not partake of. I felt compelled to send this picture out in a massive email:

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sco2wmRPfdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V3Fg_BXQPjw/s1600-h/office-cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sco2wmRPfdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V3Fg_BXQPjw/s400/office-cube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317122518598778322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


I wasn't as active as I would have liked to be, and I know it's because things were very hectic yesterday.  Thinking back, I know exactly where I went wrong and what I could do to prevent it again. 

29 days to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6445104872881262792?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6445104872881262792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6445104872881262792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6445104872881262792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6445104872881262792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/Sco2wmRPfdI/AAAAAAAAAOM/V3Fg_BXQPjw/s72-c/office-cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6495093966370973700</id><published>2009-03-23T22:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:40:55.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>30 Days To a Better Me</title><content type='html'>Every January the air is filled with resolutions, goals, and dreams.  I normally start off great and stick to the plan.  But once there's a wrench thrown into my plans, or I skip a day, I fall off the wagon. It isn't easy for me to admit this but, I sabotage myself. I set expectations that are too high, or long term goals that seem so far away that they just vanish. It is no secret that my health is poor.   If I don't do something soon I will become a statistic.  I've read once that it can take up until 60 days to change or break a bad habit.  60 days is a long time, in my opinion.  Therefore I will break it up into chunks.  Thus, my 30 Days To a Better Me is here.  Here are my goals for the next 30 days:

1.  Attend Church
2.  Be a Better Mother
3.  Be a Better Wife
4.  Smile even when the Times are Tough
5.  Cut Soda
6.  Taking Time out For Me
7.  Adding Exercise

&lt;strong&gt;Attend Church&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Even if I am sick or crawling on my hands and knees, I will make it to church.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Be a Better Mother&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;There is no greater joy than being a mom.  I will take time out for them individually and encourage their dreams/talents.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Be a Better Wife&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I love my husband tremendously, and promise to watch the History Channel with him without rolling my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Smile even when the Times are Tough&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I don't think this needs an explanation.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Cutting Soda&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Something else that needs no explanation.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Numbers 6 and 7 go hand in hand&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Taking care of myself enables me to take care of others.  I feel guilty if I go out with a friend, or if I would like to take a long shower or bath.  I don't know why.  I feel like I should be doing something for someone else.  But there is nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, and taking the time out to paint your nails or read a good book.&lt;/em&gt;  

So these are the things I will work on for 30 days.  Rain or shine.  I will use my blog daily for updates.  If you don't see an update feel free to send me a reminder. This is something that I have to do.  No ifs, ands or buts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6495093966370973700?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6495093966370973700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6495093966370973700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6495093966370973700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6495093966370973700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-days-to-better-me.html' title='30 Days To a Better Me'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-5419517819130880324</id><published>2009-03-16T17:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:36:31.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Taking a Deep Breath</title><content type='html'>Taking a deep breath is not something that I can easily do.  I've had a terrible cough for almost 2 months.  It's been a dry cough so I continue to take my asthma medication.  Last week I started wheezing so I saw my doctor who put me on some stronger meds to reduce the inflammation in my lungs.  Saturday afternoon, it started again.  By Sunday morning I couldn't hold a conversation without coughing.  Early this morning was the worst.  My chest was really tight and the cough was worse.  I thought I could swing by the dr's office, get some new meds, and be on my way.  Well no.  I couldn't breathe. They gave me 2 breathing treatments when I passed out.  I started to throw up, and had an asthma attack. They told me they called Adam but couldn't get through.  I called him 3 more times and just go a message to "try your call again later".  I was really upset, which added my breathing problems.  Whenever I need to get ahold of him urgently, something is wrong with the phone.  I finally called my friend Heather who showed up just before the paremedics did.

They sent me over to the ER and put me on oxygen.  Everything happened so fast and I was in such a daze.  Nurses, techs, attaching tubes and wires, taking my stats and ekg.  I had a chest xray done which came back normal.  My chest ct scan was also good.  The dr said my lungs are inflammed bc of a pulminary obstruction.  So they gave me some new meds and sent me home with a shot of morphine.  The dr said I need to rest and avoid getting upset, any crying, or laughing because it constricts my air passages.  Hopefully the steroid will ease the swelling in my lungs and ease my breathing because I really don't want to go back to the ER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5419517819130880324?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5419517819130880324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5419517819130880324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5419517819130880324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5419517819130880324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-deep-breath.html' title='Taking a Deep Breath'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7278830145144284163</id><published>2009-03-11T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:51:59.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Night 2</title><content type='html'>PJ's, book reading, teeth brushed--check, check, check

8:58PM:  Hugs, kisses, good night
9:03PM:  Waaaaaaaa...
9:05PM:  "Mom, I need a Dada kiss!"  Adam gives hugs and kisses
9:09PM:  Waaaaa.....
9:13PM:  Silence
9:14PM:  Shadow against the wall.  Maddy's up. I get up and put her back in her bed.  Hugs and kisses.  Good night.
9:17PM:  "I don't want to sleep!  Ehhh...Waaaaaa!"
9:21PM:  Silence
9:25PM:  More silence
9:38PM:  Asleep

YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7278830145144284163?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7278830145144284163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7278830145144284163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7278830145144284163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7278830145144284163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-2.html' title='Night 2'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6307373641523253202</id><published>2009-03-10T22:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:37:50.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Go To Sleep, Baby</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit that I love my sleep.  I've always had this "rule" that the children belong in their room, in their bed.  But I haven't been good about putting them to bed.  Mainly Maddy.  She needs one of us to lay down with her until she falls asleep.  This has been ok with us, but I don't want to do this til she's 16.  I keep saying I'll get her to fall asleep alone in her bed for months.  Something always comes up.  I break my elbows, get sick, etc. Well I decided today would be the day she would fall asleep in her own bed.  We read books, brushed teeth, and I tucked her in.  She patted her pillow and said, "Come on, Mom." I kissed her head and said she's a big girl and has to sleep on her own in her big girl bed.  She happily said OK and layed down. Confused, I walked out of the room.

15 minutes later she calls me and tells me I have to lay down.  I repeated to her and said she's a big girl now, and big sister is in the room with her.  She put her face in the pillow and cried. I sat near the bedroom door and listened.  5 minutes later there was silence.  I then heard her get up and lay back down.  5 minutes later, she was asleep.  

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SbcincmU_yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4c3lg9upEw4/s1600-h/161_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SbcincmU_yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4c3lg9upEw4/s400/161_1866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311752346593984290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She got up to get her babies.

I know it won't be this easy every night, but I was so happy it wasn't a drawn out fight with her.  I felt so bad doing that, but she has to learn to fall asleep on her own.  She had her nightlight on, and big sister is in the same room.  But still, I feel sad.  

Do any of you have any idea/tips or things that you have done to help your children fall asleep on their own in their own beds?  I know the main thing is consistency, and I'm determined to stick to it. Please feel free to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6307373641523253202?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6307373641523253202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6307373641523253202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6307373641523253202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6307373641523253202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-to-sleep-baby.html' title='Go To Sleep, Baby'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SbcincmU_yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4c3lg9upEw4/s72-c/161_1866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1914989803314315155</id><published>2009-03-06T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:27:36.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>An Answer...Or Something Like That</title><content type='html'>I finally got in to see my doctor this morning for my severe stomach issues.  After talking, and a physical examination, he said he will have to refer me to a GI doctor (again).  I understand there's only so much the poor man can do for me before I have to see a specialist, and I've gone crying to him for a few months now about this.  The part that is oh so fun, is that he suspects that I have GERD and has placed me on a liquid diet until the GI can see me.  He said it could be as soon as Monday, or 2 weeks from now.  SO...I just sit....and wait for this appointment to be scheduled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1914989803314315155?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1914989803314315155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1914989803314315155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1914989803314315155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1914989803314315155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/03/answeror-something-like-that.html' title='An Answer...Or Something Like That'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7819923907382996245</id><published>2009-02-24T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:43:15.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Where To Begin?</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's been almost a month since my last post.  I am such a bad blogger!  Now that I'm beginning to catch up with everything, I hope to be able to write more and put pictures up.

My elbows are healing.  I have about 5 weeks of physical therapy to go.  I'll be honest, I really dislike going as it isn't a pleasant feeling.  But, despite the weird man trying to repeatedly smell my hair today, it isn't too bad. I've been trying really hard and hitting the gym at 5am.  I dislike it.  Boy, I really do.  But afterwards, I feel really good about it, and am glad that I went.

Debbie has started gymnastics.  Poor thing was so sore after her first day!  But she really likes it and it keeps her busy during the week, as well.  Next week she has evaluations.  Hopefully she'll get her ribbons of advancement.  She's almost done with her elementary school years.  Only 18 more weeks to go!

Maddy.  Well, what can I not say about Maddy?  She is becoming more and more independant each day. That sort of worries me. She doesn't want help going potty, or changing clothes, or in the bath, or walking up or down stairs.  For example, 2 weeks ago she told me she wanted a haircut.  I told her that in a few months we'd get it cut since it'll be her birthday.  Well, that wasn't good for her.  So she cut her own hair.  Thankfully, it was only a small bit on the side, and I was able to cut some bangs so it wasn't so obvious.  

Well that will be it for now.  We'll talk soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7819923907382996245?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7819923907382996245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7819923907382996245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7819923907382996245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7819923907382996245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-to-begin.html' title='Where To Begin?'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6464786486936865764</id><published>2009-01-29T09:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:31:46.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>In Need of Advice</title><content type='html'>I am in need of some advice, and who better to turn to than my CBFF's?  Here's the situation:

Adam and I have a disagreement when it comes to how we watch TV/movies together. I like the closed captioning on; he likes it off. This has caused a wedge in our TV viewing, and now we have to watch LOST on separate TVs; in separate rooms. I do get Adam's point on how the closed captioning can be distracting, and you cannot allow for distractions watching a show like LOST.  However, anyone who knows me, knows that I have bad hearing.  Therefore, I prefer to read the captioning. I don't know what to do. Please help unite my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6464786486936865764?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6464786486936865764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6464786486936865764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6464786486936865764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6464786486936865764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-need-of-advice.html' title='In Need of Advice'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1653454141538599098</id><published>2009-01-29T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:20:47.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures.  Better late than never, huh?  :)

&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SYG7PynNasI/AAAAAAAAANs/f37cGrj2gXQ/s1600-h/2009-01-29+December+2008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SYG7PynNasI/AAAAAAAAANs/f37cGrj2gXQ/s400/2009-01-29+December+2008.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1653454141538599098?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1653454141538599098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1653454141538599098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1653454141538599098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1653454141538599098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SYG7PynNasI/AAAAAAAAANs/f37cGrj2gXQ/s72-c/2009-01-29+December+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-4246287214038264732</id><published>2009-01-24T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:59:10.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>I Hope They Call Me On a Mission</title><content type='html'>We got a call this morning that my brother-in-law, Ryan, got his mission call. As many of you know, Adam was called  to Japan, JJ to Mongolia, and Stephen to Russia. 

Ryan has been called to RUSSIA! He will leave on March 11, 2009. We're so proud of him, and his willingness to serve the people of Russia for 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-4246287214038264732?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/4246287214038264732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=4246287214038264732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4246287214038264732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4246287214038264732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-they-call-me-on-mission.html' title='I Hope They Call Me On a Mission'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-5785577533298867246</id><published>2009-01-18T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:07:25.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>A Maddy Update</title><content type='html'>Thank you for thinking of us and keeping Maddy in your prayers. Wednesday night was rough because we had to wake her up every 4 hours to give her Tylenol/Motrin and her Albuterol breathing treatment. She slept most of Thursday. But boy was I happy when she said she wanted some "toasted bread with no butter". (Direct quote). I was hesitant because it was so dry for someone who hasn't eaten in 2 days. But she had 5 slices! 

By the time the nurse called on Friday afternoon, she was fever free, eating real food, and breathing a lot better. She's still on her antibiotic until Saturday, and we continue the breathing treatments every 4 hours, but the cough/wheezing is almost gone, and she is back to her playful self. We are so relieved!! There isn't anything I wouldn't have given up to make her better.

On a side note, I  have been running a fever since Thursday and have a horrible sore throat/chest cold going on. But as long as the girls are better, I'll live. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5785577533298867246?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5785577533298867246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5785577533298867246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5785577533298867246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5785577533298867246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/maddy-update.html' title='A Maddy Update'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7760849129450759668</id><published>2009-01-14T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:35:31.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>In an Instant</title><content type='html'>That is how quickly things can change. After church on Sunday, Maddy had a runny nose. Later on that night it turned into a wheezy cough and a fever over 101. We started the breathing treatments and saw the dr on Monday. Sure enough, she had an ear infection. He said she is too old for tubes.The key is to prevent her allergies. So once she gets better we'll have to revisit the allergist. He put her on an oral antibiotic, an oral steroid, antibiotic ear drops, and her breathing treatments. But it doesn't end there. Her ear was better by yesterday, but her breathing worsened. 

She began to cough and wheeze even more. She couldn't finish a sentence without coughing. We kept giving her breathing treatments every 4 hrs around the clock. We went back to the dr today. He said she isn't well and close to hospital admission. 

Her oxygen saturation was a little low, and her white blood cell count was average. He said it looks like she's coming down with Pneumonia. He gave her a shot of Rocephin, and changed her antibiotic to a stronger one. He also increased her dose of pulmicourt, and added Singulair to the list of meds for her to take. So far she has to take 7 meds. We have to call him tomorrow to check on her. He said she should be better by Friday, and if not they have to consider hospital admission, since all we're doing isn't working. Another thing is that she hasn't eaten or had anything to drink since noon yesterday. I've tried crushed ice, popsicles, and she refuses. Her fever is starting to climb, and she won't drink anything!

I don't know what to do. I can't even hold her because of my arm. She's so tired and miserable. This is just heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7760849129450759668?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7760849129450759668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7760849129450759668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7760849129450759668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7760849129450759668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-instant.html' title='In an Instant'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-4130900905430698925</id><published>2009-01-04T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:09:39.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, friends! One of my resolutions for 2009 is to blog on a regular basis. 2008 ended on a slow note due to my accident. But I want everyone to know I read their blogs all the time.

Christmas was great. The girls were spoiled rotten with toys, books, games, candy, and clothes. Adam's siblings all came over, and we had a lot of fun for Christmas and New Years. It was great getting to see and spend time with everyone. Maddy LOVED playing with her cousins. She stills asks about them. =[ I wish they lived closer. I really had hoped I would be better by now, but it was fun.Sorry I don't have pics. I'm blogging from my phone since I can't type.

A lil update on that: I had my surgery on the 18th of Dec, and my cast was removed on the 31st. I scratched my arm so bad, it started to bleed. But my xrays were good, so no more cast! Sadly, I can't extend my arms. I can't even rotate my hands or extend my fingers. I have my elbows bandaged to prevent any trauma (especially from my toddler) and a sling. I have 6 weeks of physical therapy to complete. I'm nervous about it. But can't wait to get back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-4130900905430698925?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/4130900905430698925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=4130900905430698925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4130900905430698925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4130900905430698925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-9029379530491835286</id><published>2008-12-19T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:29:34.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I had surgery to repair my elbow yesterday.  The procedure was long and I don't remember a thing.  I have a dressing on my left elbow and a heavy cast. It hurts.  A lot.  I'm on strong pain pills every four hours, but they wear out and the pain returns after 2 hours of taking a dose.  So I'll be in bed.  A lot.  Thank you all for the well wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-9029379530491835286?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/9029379530491835286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=9029379530491835286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9029379530491835286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9029379530491835286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-742435824309036932</id><published>2008-12-17T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:02:36.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Following Up</title><content type='html'>I saw my orthopedic doctor today for my 2 week follow up.  My casts were removed.  What a relief! Those things are so itchy! My right arm felt good, but my left arm hurt real bad. I had a physical exam and it took all my energy to prevent kicking him.  It hurt bad.  Just like when it broke. I had xrays done, and it was just as I felt.  My right elbow improved dramatically, while my left elbow was exactly the same.  He showed us the xrays from 12/3 and compared them to todays, and they were identical.  He stated that I've had my casts for 3 weeks and it does work because my right elbow is a lot better and with physical therapy, it would be good as new.  But if there was no improvement by now with my left elbow, no amount of casting/splinting/physical therapy would help anymore. So I'm scheduled for surgery tomorrow where he will reset it, repair it, and put some screws in.  Sounds nice, doesn't it?  :( I'm so nervous because I've never had anything like this done before.  The only surgeries I've had have been with my reproductive organs.

I'm so grateful for my good friends Heather and Jenn for coming over daily to check on me.  They even came on Monday to wrap all of my Christmas gifts.  I'm so glad because there was NO way I can do it. They have helped me complete my Christmas shopping, and setting things up for me, and making sure Christmas is as normal as possible for my girls. I am SO grateful for Adam and all that he's had to endure during this ordeal.  He's been so great preparing meals, making sure the needs of the girls are met, cleaning the house, doing laundry, making sure the dog is taken care of, taking care of Debbie's school needs (including her Christmas party at school!), taking care of me (including washing my hair!!), and doing his job too.  I love him more and more everyday.

I will post an update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-742435824309036932?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/742435824309036932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=742435824309036932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/742435824309036932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/742435824309036932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/12/following-up.html' title='Following Up'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2986202690167520000</id><published>2008-12-05T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:28:34.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>So It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>My sincerest apologies for not keeping up with my blog. It has been difficult to do anything.  Last Friday I had a biking accident where I fell causing my left arm to break.  I went to the ER where they did confirm my arm was broken.  I followed up with the orthopedic doctor on Wednesday, where I informed him my right elbow was tender.  I had xrays on both arms.  He did confirm my left arm was broken, and my right elbow is fractured.  So, I have a cast on my entire left arm, and half on my right elbow.  I follow up in 2 weeks, and then have some physical therapy to complete.  After that, he will determine if surgery would be required on my left elbow.

I'm not going to lie, this is difficult. I can't do anything on my own.  I have to rely on others.  Those who know me, know that's not easy for me as I am very independent. Even typing this is hard. The pain is great, so I have to take pain meds.  That, in turn, makes me sick to my stomach. But I have good friends who come over to walk the dog, take out the trash, get lunch for me, wash my hair, run to the pharmacy, or just sit with me in case I need something, while Adam is at work.  I don't know what I'd do without Heather and Jenn.  Adam does great dressing, feeding, cleaning, and entertaining the girls. I don't do much of anything but sleep, but I'm grateful for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2986202690167520000?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2986202690167520000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2986202690167520000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2986202690167520000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2986202690167520000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-its-been-while.html' title='So It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6133590522906453770</id><published>2008-11-25T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:14:19.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>McBrien Food Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SSwHyvqJ5BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BWPOX6aOmfA/s1600-h/mcbrienelem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SSwHyvqJ5BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BWPOX6aOmfA/s400/mcbrienelem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597832112137234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I received a phone call from my daughter's principal yesterday, telling me Debbie will be on the news last night (and this morning) to discuss the food drive. Debbie was chosen because she brought in the most lbs of food per student.  We were so happy for her.  You can read/watch the story &lt;a href="http://www.wrcbtv.com/Global/story.asp?S=9409939&amp;nav=menu1406_2"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6133590522906453770?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6133590522906453770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6133590522906453770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6133590522906453770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6133590522906453770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcbrien-food-drive.html' title='McBrien Food Drive'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SSwHyvqJ5BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BWPOX6aOmfA/s72-c/mcbrienelem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6934500191695847064</id><published>2008-11-23T13:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:37:40.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>8 Things About Me

Rules, Rules - here are the rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog.
2. Answer all 8 of the six items listed below.
3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog

8 Favorite TV Shows
1. LOST
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Seinfeld
4. Dancing with the Stars
5. Samantha Who
6. John &amp; Kate Plus 8
7. Saturday Night Live
8. College GameDay

8 Things I Did Yesterday

1. Showered
2. Met Glenn Beck @ the mall for an autograph
3. Bike riding
4. Christmas shopping
5. Went to Applebees with the family
6. Put up the Christmas Tree (I know, I know...I couldn't help it!)
7. Watched Elf
8. Talked to my Mom

8 Things I look forward to

1. Thanksgiving @ the in-laws
2. Shopping on Black Friday
3. Christmas
4. Working from home
5. Going to NYC in December
6. Going to NYC in May for the 2009 Bike Tour
7. Going to NYC in June for my sister's wedding
8. Going to Puerto Rico in June

8 Favorite Restaurants

1. The Olive Garden
2. Chili's
3. Big River Grill
4. Provino's
5. Panera
6. Red Robin
7. Amigos
8. Chick Fil A

8 Things on my wish list

1. New coat
2. New phone (yippeeeee...bye bye Sprint!)
3. New purse
4. Comforter for my bed
5. An iPod holder for my car
6. New sunglasses
7. New Ralph Lauren perfume
8. A carribean cruise

I tag Misty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6934500191695847064?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6934500191695847064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6934500191695847064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6934500191695847064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6934500191695847064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7074253560993475757</id><published>2008-11-17T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:02:45.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Brief Update</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been a bad blogger this month.  There has been so much going on since early this month.  There's my regular yearly exams, and my quarterly exams with my oncologist.  The wait for lab results is killing me.  It should be illegal to have a person wait this long.  I know it's been a week, but still!  

I've felt really bad the last few days.  Seems like my body is back to being irregular and having a hormonal imbalance.  I currently have a cyst the size of an apple on my right ovary which, according to the dr, should rupture any day now.  I can't  wait!  I'm on all sorts of hormones to prevent this, but it looks like I'll be having surgery in the Spring again to rid of these cysts.

I had to take Maddy to the dr early on Saturday because of a rough few nights we've been having.  It turns out she has a double ear infection and is now on antibiotics for that.

All this stress is doing wonders for my migraine headaches.  Sorry for such a down post on an early Monday morning.  I pledge a better day, and a better week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7074253560993475757?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7074253560993475757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7074253560993475757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7074253560993475757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7074253560993475757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/brief-update.html' title='A Brief Update'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-9077924465148667270</id><published>2008-11-14T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:09:55.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Almost Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="287px" height="217px" id="InsertWidget_69f5ee14-273d-4bb1-a5d1-fcd3c6a9551f" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/flash/wrapper/InsertWidget.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="r=2&amp;appId=69f5ee14-273d-4bb1-a5d1-fcd3c6a9551f" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;

This month, our ward's girls night out is a trip to the movies for the midnight premiere of Twilight.  I purchased my ticket for the midnight premiere last night.  I'm so excited!  Mandy, you better be coming with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-9077924465148667270?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/9077924465148667270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=9077924465148667270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9077924465148667270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9077924465148667270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-here.html' title='Almost Here...'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1080958977260385358</id><published>2008-11-10T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:40:44.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Battle Wounds</title><content type='html'>I went bike riding on Saturday and this is what happened:

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SRg5C44q5pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/McXwfJ-jl9k/s1600-h/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SRg5C44q5pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/McXwfJ-jl9k/s400/ouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267022486002394770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

This was either caused by running into the pedal, or the bike falling on my leg.  My right leg looks ok.  Sadly, it looks a lot worse today.  The good part is that I DID learn to ride.  Albeit, I'm not ready for a bike run YET, but I can ride.  The hardest part was learning to balance.  That took a whole 2 hours.  The rest was rather simple.  I couldn't have done it without my cheerleaders, Jenn and Heather.  It was a good time, and I can't wait to keep riding.  I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be, just bruised up.

I'm just nervous about my dr's appt on Wednesday.  Those bruises are going to be so visible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1080958977260385358?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1080958977260385358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1080958977260385358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1080958977260385358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1080958977260385358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/battle-wounds.html' title='Battle Wounds'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SRg5C44q5pI/AAAAAAAAAMk/McXwfJ-jl9k/s72-c/ouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2794646987857503035</id><published>2008-11-07T08:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:16:05.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Opinion'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:  This post is strictly MY opinion.  If you do not disagree, that is fine but no hate mail please.  I respect your opinion, so please respect mine.&lt;/strong&gt;

I don't like getting involved in politics.  I believe it can get pretty heated, therefore I keep my opinions to myself.  But when I woke up this morning to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27582369"&gt;THIS STORY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my heart just sank. It's extremely heartbreaking to see this.  Had Prop 8 not passed, you wouldn't see the Mormons, Catholics, or anyone else behaving like this. Earlier this year, the Supreme Court’s decision to legalize same-sex marriage did not just overturn the will of California voters; it also redefined marriage for the rest of society, without ever asking the people themselves to accept this decision. But now the people have spoken!

I am not against anyone who is gay.  I have many gay friends.  Some of which will never speak to me again due to my stance on this. Proposition 8 is NOT an attack on gay couples and does not take away the rights that same-sex couples already have under California’s domestic partner law. California law already grants domestic partners all the rights that a state can grant to a married couple. Gays have a right to their private lives, but not to change the definition of marriage for everyone else.

Passing Proposition 8 protects our children and places into the Constitution the simple definition that a marriage is between a man and a woman.  The people have spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2794646987857503035?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2794646987857503035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2794646987857503035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2794646987857503035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2794646987857503035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartbreaking.html' title='Heartbreaking'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8842605198979799654</id><published>2008-11-07T08:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:42:27.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Dr. Hahn!</title><content type='html'>Last night's Grey's Anatomy episode concluded with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27426977/"&gt;Dr. Hahn leaving&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/strong&gt;For good!  I'm glad.  Not that I have anything against her being gay on the show, it's just that her attitude stinks.  She's always mad and extremely rude to everyone.  The story with her and Dr. Torres was going nowhere real fast, so I am glad to see her gone.

But it was nice seeing Technically Dead Denny again.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8842605198979799654?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8842605198979799654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8842605198979799654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8842605198979799654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8842605198979799654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-dr-hahn.html' title='Goodbye, Dr. Hahn!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7909073151726355015</id><published>2008-11-06T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:07:16.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>It's as Easy as Riding a Bike</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard that expression before?  I have.  Many, many times.  But to someone like me, "It's as easy as riding a bike" means it's difficult.  You see, I don't know how to ride a bike.  &lt;strong&gt;*gasp* &lt;/strong&gt; 

Yes, that's right.  I can't ride a bike.  So when I was in Puerto Rico a couple of weeks ago, and my cousin suggested we rent some bikes and ride down the coast and visit Old San Juan, I had to confess this secret.  He looked at me as if I had 5 heads, and then laughed.  It was hilarious to him that a person did not know how to ride a bike.  So I have made a goal to learn to ride bike before my trip to Puerto Rico in June.  

I am going with my good friends, Jenn and Heather, on Saturday to "learn" to ride a bike.  I am nervous.  I don't know why.  It seems pretty pathetic, huh?  But I am.  So, does anyone have any suggestions slash recommendations slash advice, so that I won't injure slash kill slash break anyone or anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7909073151726355015?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7909073151726355015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7909073151726355015&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7909073151726355015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7909073151726355015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-as-easy-as-riding-bike.html' title='It&apos;s as Easy as Riding a Bike'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1559520752862626720</id><published>2008-11-05T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:09:57.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg121/BrionnaW93/barack_obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg121/BrionnaW93/barack_obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I wouldn't be a "real blogger" if I didn't write something...anything about last night's historic election.  I am proud to say that, though I had to wait in line for a little over an hour, I did go out and vote, and when Adam came home I made him go back out to vote.  I was saddened to read that only 72% of the people in Hamilton County voted; a 10% drop from 4 years ago.

Though our candidate of choice was not elected, I feel am very proud. Obama's victory last night showed the world that anything is possible.  The US is diverse, and multicultural.  It's no longer about race.  

In OTHER election news:  Puerto Rico governor Aníbal Acevedo Vilá (Popular Democratic Party) accepted defeat in yesterday's election to Luis Fortuño (New Progressive Party) in what seems like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://196.42.5.130/staticpub/ELECCIONES_GENERALES_2008_4/NOCHE_DEL_EVENTO_7/default.html"&gt;landslide victory&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/strong&gt;Acevedo Vilá has been under fire since the recession in 2006 as well as accusation of corruption from the governor's office.

I believe this is a great victory for Puerto Rico and the road to a better future.  Again, &lt;strong&gt;anything &lt;/strong&gt;is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1559520752862626720?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1559520752862626720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1559520752862626720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1559520752862626720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1559520752862626720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8972494891335193119</id><published>2008-11-01T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:50:25.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween '08</title><content type='html'>Here's a collage of our Halloween night.

&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:52061/101fa667a4563c5a537511fa8c385342/image/1db2c221a142e8e.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:52061/101fa667a4563c5a537511fa8c385342/image/1db2c221a142e8e.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8972494891335193119?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8972494891335193119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8972494891335193119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8972494891335193119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8972494891335193119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08_1465.html' title='Halloween &apos;08'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6212419700569252806</id><published>2008-10-31T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:50:33.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's Been A While...</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not keeping up with my blog. I had to take a sudden trip to Puerto Rico for the funeral of an uncle.  Though the circumstances were sad, I throughly enjoyed my trip.  It was great meeting most of my 61 cousins (yes....61 first cousins), and soaking in the sun on the beaches of San Juan.  I will post pictures and more details a little later.

In case you're wondering, I did read and complete the final book in Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Series, Breaking Dawn.

&lt;a href="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo304/Readi4Luv/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 395px;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo304/Readi4Luv/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It was great!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6212419700569252806?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6212419700569252806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6212419700569252806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6212419700569252806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6212419700569252806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While...'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-649843344462170689</id><published>2008-10-31T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:49:38.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SQr-1PsMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xr2S1TpQUD0/s1600-h/Halloween+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SQr-1PsMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xr2S1TpQUD0/s320/Halloween+08+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263299305234248994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-649843344462170689?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/649843344462170689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=649843344462170689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/649843344462170689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/649843344462170689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SQr-1PsMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xr2S1TpQUD0/s72-c/Halloween+08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3670833563232492705</id><published>2008-10-24T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:14:11.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>The Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/ritaannette08/ECLIPSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm128/ritaannette08/ECLIPSE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Last night I finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/eclipse.html"&gt;The Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;, the third book in Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series.  Adam said I'd have to wait til Christmas to get the final book.  I told him there was absolutely NO way I was going to wait; I'll have the final book completed before the weekend is over. He laughed and said it was fine.  

He's crazy.  Absolutely crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3670833563232492705?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3670833563232492705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3670833563232492705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3670833563232492705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3670833563232492705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues...'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-5535650275058827560</id><published>2008-10-22T09:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:54:27.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SP8vo33YC_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FKZ8gqJpzmc/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259975269029514226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SP8vo33YC_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FKZ8gqJpzmc/s320/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I feel like a zombie today. That is because I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning until I completed &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/newmoon.html"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt;, the sequel to Stephanie Meyer's &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't. Stop. Now. Must. Get. Third. Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5535650275058827560?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5535650275058827560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5535650275058827560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5535650275058827560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5535650275058827560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SP8vo33YC_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FKZ8gqJpzmc/s72-c/new+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6941957913882083550</id><published>2008-10-20T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:48:21.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Picture Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx9tPNU4kI/AAAAAAAAALs/FHHJW2lZXYM/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259216680991908418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx9tPNU4kI/AAAAAAAAALs/FHHJW2lZXYM/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Randi has sent me a preview of our photo shoot.  You can view the rest of the photos &lt;a href="http://thebruntbrood.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  I LOVE them!  They look so natural.  I can't wait to see them all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6941957913882083550?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6941957913882083550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6941957913882083550&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6941957913882083550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6941957913882083550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-preview.html' title='Picture Preview'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx9tPNU4kI/AAAAAAAAALs/FHHJW2lZXYM/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-967525041036083169</id><published>2008-10-20T08:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:56:52.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Comeback Kings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Tampa Rays have defeted the Boston Red Sox and advanced to the World Series where they will face the Philadelphia Phillies. I acknowledge that my Yankees didn't even make it to the post season. I do, however, always cheer for 2 teams. The Yankees and whatever team is playing the Red Sox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comeback Kings? Sorry Boston Nation, not this year.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259215883572519650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx8-0luouI/AAAAAAAAALc/Nc_3ASpCk8U/s320/Boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;That title should be given to theTampa Rays who went from being the WORST team last year, to ALCS champs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259216188700526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx9QlR6h6I/AAAAAAAAALk/TMmcmR4E2nE/s320/Rays+Win.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-967525041036083169?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/967525041036083169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=967525041036083169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/967525041036083169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/967525041036083169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/comeback-kings.html' title='Comeback Kings?'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPx8-0luouI/AAAAAAAAALc/Nc_3ASpCk8U/s72-c/Boston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6030840287384141133</id><published>2008-10-19T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:35:59.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Dang it, Stephanie Myer!</title><content type='html'>When everyone around me discussed the book, Twilight, I completely ignored the comments. I knew that I couldn't possibly get involved in reading, yet, another addicting book. So when a non-LDS friend of mine told me she finished the book, I agreed to see what the excitement was about. I've been sick with my recurring stomach problems. So there's nothing like curling in bed with a good book, right? What was I thinking?!

I couldn't put the book down. I couldn't even sleep. So in one night, I read the entire book and can't wait to get my hands on the second. The movie? Just thinking about it makes me want to go sit in the theater now to wait for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6030840287384141133?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6030840287384141133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6030840287384141133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6030840287384141133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6030840287384141133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/dang-it-stephanie-myer.html' title='Dang it, Stephanie Myer!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3232178812684406856</id><published>2008-10-17T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:51:13.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What I Plan To Do Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPlbqByd6NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VM4QcGQNRoI/s1600-h/j0438553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258334817524508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPlbqByd6NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VM4QcGQNRoI/s320/j0438553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleep in....
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258335626631252754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPlcZH8jCxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ol2epow8elM/s320/Funny+Adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cuddle with my favorite person. Lovely picture, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258336009820359554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPlcvbb8y4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ugZS1GgsmZg/s320/th_home_depot-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;and wait for our Home Depot delivery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you don't ever hear from me again, it's because Adam has revoked my blogging privledges due to the posting of this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3232178812684406856?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3232178812684406856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3232178812684406856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3232178812684406856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3232178812684406856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-plan-to-do-tomorrow.html' title='What I Plan To Do Tomorrow'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SPlbqByd6NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/VM4QcGQNRoI/s72-c/j0438553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1041255164748035657</id><published>2008-10-16T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:49:10.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's The MOST Wonderful Time</title><content type='html'>While at Target yesterday I noticed that their Christmas decor was out.  While it is, indeed, very pretty, I believe it's a bit premature.  I mean...Halloween isn't here yet!  Nonetheless, we've been discussing and planning for the holidays.

I would LOVE to go back home to NYC for Christmas.  I believe NYC during Christmas is very beautiful.  My mom has been asking since she hasn't seen us since April.  But the cost of all of us traveling to NYC in December is very high.  Plus, I have to make multiple trips to NYC next year due to weddings and other festivities.  Both of my brother-in-laws have requested that we go out west to visit them in Utah for Christmas.  I think it'll be a lot of fun to do that.  But then I think of my other brother-in-law, Ryan, and the fact that this is his last Christmas at home before he goes on his mission for our church for 2 years.  So we have a lot to think about and a lot to plan.

What are your plans for the end-of-year holidays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1041255164748035657?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1041255164748035657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1041255164748035657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1041255164748035657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1041255164748035657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-most-wonderful-time.html' title='It&apos;s The MOST Wonderful Time'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1072157656730372672</id><published>2008-10-15T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:11:40.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Time To Brush Your Teeth</title><content type='html'>I have a question for all you mommies out there:  What type of toothpaste do you use for your toddler?

We use the toddler toothpaste made by Oral B.  My problem with it is that it's bubble gum flavored.  It looks like pure candy.  I used some last night, and thought it was gross.  Maddy, of course LOVES IT.  I know it's safer for toddlers to use than regular toothpaste, but I wish there were a better alternative.  I guess this question should really be for Elizabeth and Stephanie because their dad is our dentist. 

So what type of toothpaste does your toddler use, and do you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1072157656730372672?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1072157656730372672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1072157656730372672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1072157656730372672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1072157656730372672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-brush-your-teeth.html' title='Time To Brush Your Teeth'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7582740209892142167</id><published>2008-10-13T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:48:52.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's Back!</title><content type='html'>McDonald's Monopoly game is back until November 03, 2008.  If you win your $1,000,000 prize, please remember me.  I'll try to do the same for you.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7582740209892142167?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7582740209892142167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7582740209892142167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7582740209892142167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7582740209892142167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3554294040572528017</id><published>2008-10-11T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:43:57.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Flutter Photography</title><content type='html'>My friend, Natalie, had some &lt;a href="http://shane-natalie.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-slide-show.html"&gt;awesome pictures of her daughter &lt;/a&gt;made a few months ago by her friend at &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/rmcordeliab/Site/Home.html"&gt;Flutter Photography&lt;/a&gt;.  So when she mentioned that her friend was coming to Chattanooga for a photo shoot, I immediately signed up.

We had our photo shoot this morning, and it was great fun!  We were able to pick the time and the location.  Randi was creative, and the girls were great!  The entire process was pain FREE.  Even Adam enjoyed it!

Thanks Natalie for the referral and thank you Randi for all of your time and work!  I'm excited to get to see the pictures in a couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3554294040572528017?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3554294040572528017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3554294040572528017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3554294040572528017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3554294040572528017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/flutter-photography.html' title='Flutter Photography'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8809231841823869759</id><published>2008-10-09T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:23:35.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Gas Relief</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but gas has been one thing that is hard to find here in the South.  Up and down our neighborhood you can see gas stations empty.  Absolutely no gas.  When you do find gas, there are those who are panic shopping and, not only are there to top off thier tank, but fill jugs with gas.  It is especially bad in the Atlanta Metro area.

I was able to find gas today in downtown Chattanooga for $3.50 a gallon.  How is it where you live?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8809231841823869759?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8809231841823869759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8809231841823869759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8809231841823869759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8809231841823869759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/gas-relief.html' title='Gas Relief'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3197627258452011983</id><published>2008-10-08T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:30:29.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>Maddy is a BIG fan of Disney Princess.  While watching Sleeping Beauty the other night, I realized that a lot of the Disney Princess movies have one thing in common:  the princess is friends with animals.

Think about it:  Princess Jasmine has Rajah, her pet tiger.  Snow White sings and dances with the animals in the forest, as does Aurora.  Ariel talks to fish, and a seagull named Scuttle.  Cinderella has her pet mice.  Mulan, though I'm not sure if she's a princess, has her horse.  Belle doesn't talk to animals but she does talk to furniture.

I think it's cute.  I just hope Maddy doesn't expect the dog to reply to her when she's speaking to the dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3197627258452011983?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3197627258452011983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3197627258452011983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3197627258452011983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3197627258452011983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1960315004962144142</id><published>2008-10-08T08:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:13:40.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>31 Things You Need To Know</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law, Amber, tagged me on her blog.  So here goes:

1.  Where is your cell phone?  In my purse
2.  Your significant other?  Snores when he sleeps on his back
3.  Your hair?  Is wet
4.  Your mother?  Lives far away.
5.  Your father?  Is still upset that the Mets didn't make it to the playoffs.
6.  Your favorite thing?  Warm bed covers
7.  Your dream last night?  I didn''t have one.
8.  Your favorite drink?  Starbucks Hot Chocolate
9.  Your dream/goal?  Longterm:  that my children will be happy and successful.  Short term:  For my children to learn that dirty clothes belong IN the laundry hamper.
10.  The room you're in?  Living
11.  Your hobby?  Sleeping
12.  Your fear?  Heights
13.  Where do you want to be in 6 years?  Settled down
14.  What you're not?  shy
15.  Muffin?  Blueberry, please.
16.  One of your wish list items?  a new cell phone
17.  Where you grew up?  NYC
18.  The last thing you did?  Put on some chapstick
19.  What are you wearing?  Capris and a blouse (yes, it's still warm here)
20.  Favorite gadget?  My iPod
21.  Your pets? Doesn't like going out when it's raining...like today.
22.  Your computer?  Is fast.
23.  Your mood?  Indifferent.
24.  Missing someone?  Always.
25.  Your car?  Needs to be washed.
26.  Something you're not wearing?  Make up
27.  Favorite store?  Target
28.  Like someone?  I like many someones
29.  Your favorite color?  Pink, red, black....
30.  When is the last time you laughed?  Just now
31.  Last time you cried?  A long while ago

I tag.... Misty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1960315004962144142?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1960315004962144142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1960315004962144142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1960315004962144142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1960315004962144142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/31-things-you-need-to-know.html' title='31 Things You Need To Know'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2277618717761015737</id><published>2008-10-04T13:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:30:00.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Cross Country Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the county Cross Country Meet. Debbie ran with 223 5th grade girls. The girls ran a one mile course that included going up hills and a windy track. She came in number 144. We are very proud of her accomplishment! Here are some pics.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew73G1hlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_A85JBllgH4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362032802367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew73G1hlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_A85JBllgH4/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Cowell with some of the team
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew8JEbzAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NOBF9RiTm1U/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362037624130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew8JEbzAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NOBF9RiTm1U/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Cowell explaining the course
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew8dzm4VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vc7ym_z4KK8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362043190698322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew8dzm4VI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vc7ym_z4KK8/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls warm up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew85I92RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBW3uhOA6bo/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362050528041234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew85I92RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cBW3uhOA6bo/s200/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Mustangs!

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew9B3KbCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ehLcjG33vw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253362052869286946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew9B3KbCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1ehLcjG33vw/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "starting" line &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253365341315015394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOez8cRuIuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kvyh1PGc0C0/s200/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;And they're off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253365346759200626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOez8wjtz3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pBVZfKAom0U/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddy and Adam look on&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253365351959309698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOez9D7hLYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AiHXtJ_iIrs/s200/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Debbie coming in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253365356693776882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOez9VkTafI/AAAAAAAAAJk/H2b7LS_umng/s200/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tired, but thumbs up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253365362171442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOez9p-R9AI/AAAAAAAAAJs/obAww7Y0seQ/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Debbie and her teammates after the meet&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366942861038594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOe1ZqgDFAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0iOMa3GVlDY/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                       Our Athlete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2277618717761015737?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2277618717761015737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2277618717761015737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2277618717761015737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2277618717761015737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/cross-country-meet.html' title='Cross Country Meet'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOew73G1hlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_A85JBllgH4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3362723552627007560</id><published>2008-10-04T13:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:50:16.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Safety Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOeshVEnGtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZGpC6HG1e4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357178943118034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOeshVEnGtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZGpC6HG1e4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Debbie has landed a position as a Safety Patrol Officer at school.  So watch out.  She'll be watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3362723552627007560?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3362723552627007560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3362723552627007560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3362723552627007560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3362723552627007560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/safety-patrol.html' title='Safety Patrol'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOeshVEnGtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jZGpC6HG1e4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8023873220523614136</id><published>2008-10-03T10:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:44:19.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Fun'/><title type='text'>It's October!</title><content type='html'>It's already October! Can you believe it?! Soon the holidays will be here, then the year will be over before we know it.

Here's what's on the calendar for October:

October is:

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adopt a shelter dog Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate the bilingual child Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Country Ham Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;International Strategic Planning Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;National Roller Skating Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
Weekly Observances are:

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 2-9 No Salt Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 6-10 Customer Service Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 12-18 Teen Read Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 19-25 National School Bus Safety Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 25-31 International Magic Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
Daily Observances are:
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 1 Balloons Around the World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 8 Bring your teddy bear to school/work day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 16 Boss' Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 24 International Bandanna Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oct 31 Halloween &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of Halloween, I was at Target yesterday and saw the Christmas Trees and decor already out. WOW. A bit early, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- source: &lt;a href="http://www.brownielocks.com/"&gt;http://www.brownielocks.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8023873220523614136?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8023873220523614136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8023873220523614136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8023873220523614136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8023873220523614136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-october.html' title='It&apos;s October!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-6561877028080164605</id><published>2008-10-02T18:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:47:53.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just For Fun'/><title type='text'>TAG!  You're It!</title><content type='html'>Mybrother-in-law's wife, &lt;a href="http://kristinaslife-kristina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt;, tagged me on her blog. Here are the rules: You post the fourth picture on your computer. Pretty simple, eh? Here's my pic:

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252695515486415922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOVSvcna7DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mZd9k6IgUTM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is Maddy putting on her "make up". I think it's funny because my other brother-in-law's wife, &lt;a href="http://melissaclee.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, posted a pic of her daughter, Sariah, putting on real make up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I tag &lt;a href="http://traumachick-misty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Misty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shane-natalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kristileeandfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://jeffandashleekrebs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;. You now have to blog your pic and tag 4 more people. Happy tagging!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*EDIT*:  The 4th picture in your "My Pictures" album on  your computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-6561877028080164605?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/6561877028080164605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=6561877028080164605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6561877028080164605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/6561877028080164605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-youre-it.html' title='TAG!  You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SOVSvcna7DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mZd9k6IgUTM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-4320939639892361288</id><published>2008-09-30T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:21:32.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>The Judge Will Now See You</title><content type='html'>I went to court today to respond to the traffic citation I received a few weeks ago.  The judge dismissed the case calling it "ludacris".  He had the same arguments that I did:  I have auto insurance, and going over by 3 mph is not a valid reason for a ticket especially when everyone was driving in a group of cars.  So I didn't even have to pay court costs.  Yay, hooray!  So why am I not celebrating?

On the way out, a little girl held the door open for me.  Her mother called her and said, "Don't hold the door for that Mexican."  What?!  I told her I am AMERICAN.  She then said, "So your momma is Mexican.  So what?"  I got in her face and told her to shut up because I am Puerto Rican AKA American, and if she didn't have her daughter with her I would bash her face in.  This other lady pulled my arm and told me to just walk away.

I am MAD.  MAD, MAD, MAD!  I grew up in NYC, I have lived in Oregon, but it wasn't until I moved to the South that I have experienced this anger and ignorance towards hispanics.  I am mad!  I work hard, pay my taxes, and don't bother anyone.  Then some ignorant punk has the nerve to disrespect me and my family.  I am speechless.  I am without speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-4320939639892361288?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/4320939639892361288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=4320939639892361288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4320939639892361288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4320939639892361288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/judge-will-now-see-you.html' title='The Judge Will Now See You'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-252459791256548126</id><published>2008-09-29T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:06:21.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>Now, those who know me know that I don't like to discuss politics, or any of that matter.

BUT I feel like I just HAVE to say something.

I may be in the minority here, but I am glad that they $700 billion dollar "bailout" did not pass. Why? Because why should I have to pay for the bad decisions of others?! What does this bailout do for me? Nothing good at all. Some lawmakers state that it's vital to save the market. Well, this mess didn't occur overnight. This is YEARS of bad decision making. What were Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac doing all these years lending to people that didn't qualify? This mess doesn't affect those who can afford their homes, and make their payments. It was created by lenders like these that didn't look into a person's background and basically gave money AWAY. Then there are those that take out equities on their homes to remodel hoping that it'll pay off when it sells. Now these houses are not selling, and people are defaulting on their loans. In turn, the banks are in debt and holding on to their money; afraid to borrow.

Wachovia bank, like Washington Mutual, was a big originator of option adjustable-rate mortgages. These offered very low introductory payments and let borrowers defer some interest payments until later years. Delinquencies and defaults on these types of mortgages have skyrocketed in recent months, therefore, causing big losses for the banks. I mean, are you for real?! Did they not think this was going to come back and bite them?

This bailout package will hurt the everyday person. The small business owner will pay more in taxes. With the increase in minimum wage as well, they won't be able to survive. I don't see how taxing me more to bailout those who have made poor decisions is the best answer. I have enough to worry about with high gas prices as well as gas shortage, the cost of insurance going up, higher food prices, the increase the water company has hit us with, as well as the electric board. Lets not even discuss the cost of any car repairs/maintenance, winter clothing, school supplies, or petcare.

We work hard. Both Adam and I. Yes, mistakes have been made. But we've learned and are moving forward. We have made a budget and are sticking to it. We are paying our debt down, and soon will be free of the monster of debt. But WE'RE paying it.

What I fear is the people that got us in this mess will eventually profit from it. They need to be held responsible in some way. Will those homeowners who took risks getting loans too large be bailed out? Is that fair to those who bought something they could afford, not relying on the market to cover their losses or struggles? Where is this money coming from? Why can't it be used for something that will benefit everyone? Something like healthcare?

Vent over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-252459791256548126?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/252459791256548126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=252459791256548126&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/252459791256548126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/252459791256548126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-51989491650913923</id><published>2008-09-25T20:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:49:35.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>I Guess This Is The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we sat. My very 1st Yankees game. June 1992. Section 37. Seats 1-5. The Bleacher Creatures. A close game. Until Bernie Williams hit a triple and cleared the bases. The crowd went wild, the stadium shook. It was the most intense atmosphere ever! Year after year, we would return. Then there was the 1996 World Series that they won, and we all skipped school to attend the parade in downtown Manhattan (ssshhhhh....don't tell anyone). Each time I visit up to NY, as recent as April of this year, I manage to squeeze in a game.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250136714037406962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SNw7hmZvrPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ddms_5sHmfk/s200/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Until Sunday. When the final game was played. The season is technically over, since they are not headed to the post season. I am happy about the new stadium, but am sad as well. There are so many games I attended and so many memories for myself and my family. Adam doesn't really like baseball. Unless it's a the Yankees/Red Sox rivalry.
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&lt;div&gt;So as Yankee Stadium cleans up and closes its doors, I think of the time we would go and share this passtime together. Yea, so we were surrounded by thousands of strangers screaming our lungs out. It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250140989697347954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SNw_aeeg0XI/AAAAAAAAAIE/igriifUpQCc/s200/yankeestadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-51989491650913923?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/51989491650913923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=51989491650913923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/51989491650913923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/51989491650913923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-guess-this-is-end.html' title='I Guess This Is The End'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SNw7hmZvrPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ddms_5sHmfk/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3434381472011579837</id><published>2008-09-19T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:29:46.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Kids Will Be...Emgergencies</title><content type='html'>I had an appt with the eye doctor today.  If any of you have ever had your pupils dilated, you will know that it leaves your vision blurred for hours.  While I could see, I couldn't focus or see from close.

In this crazy, hazy moment, Maddy tripped and fell.  She hit her face on the edge of the bookshelf.  Naturally she screamed, and screamed, and screamed.  I held and rocked her, but I couldn't see her face.  It was all so blurry.  I put an ice pack on her head, and let her relax.  But then she began to throw up.  After cleaning her up, I rushed her to the car, and off we went to the pedi's office.  I tried to call on the way, but I couldn't see the numbers on my cell phone.  I couldn't call anyone.  Long story short, she has x rays and nothing is broken.  Just a minor concussion.

We finally get home, and my focus is finally becoming sharper.  My heart broke when I was finally able to see her pretty little face.  She has a bruise above her eye and on her cheek.  She is such an active child...always crashing and falling into things.  I wonder if I can wrap her in cushioning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3434381472011579837?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3434381472011579837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3434381472011579837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3434381472011579837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3434381472011579837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-will-beemgergencies.html' title='Kids Will Be...Emgergencies'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1537203105338352841</id><published>2008-09-17T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:17:05.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So I turned 28 on Sunday....yikes!  That's almost...30!

On Saturday Adam and I went to Knoxville, TN to the University of Tennessee home opener game.  I've never been to Neyland Stadium, so I was excited.  I was pretty surprised actually because Adam has taken his dad, JJ, and Stephen before.  So I had the chance to go this time.  I've been to games at Yankees Stadium, Madison Square Garden, Nassau Colliseum, and Turner Field.  But this was my first college football game. 

There were some things that I learned on Saturday:

1)  Interstate 40 is actually closed and you have to take a bypass.  Which meant parking 2 miles away from the staduim and walking.  That would not have been so bad had it not been...

2) 90 degrees outside!  It was so HOT!!!  Not just hot, but there wasn't even a breeze.  Now, THAT would not have been so bad BUT....

3)  Neyland Stadium does not have seats.  I did not know this at all.  It's all bleacher seating.  Bleachers with a number where you're supposed to sit on. THEN....

4)  Bottled water was almost $4.00!  But when it's 90 degrees, you're tired from walking, hot and sweaty, and have to sit crammed in a spot with strangers, you kinda have to do it.

BUT it was a lot of fun.  Tennessee won! (Georgia fans need not to boo.)  We then had dinner, and Adam got me some much needed accessories for my iPod.  Sadly, the day also had a stressful time.  Both Adam and my car were broken into that night.  Actually 5 other cars were too.  Nothing was stolen, I felt a greatly violated just thinking that some stranger was going through my stuff!  The car was searched from top to bottom, and things were tossed al over the place.  I knew it was strange when my sweater was on the ground, and Maddy's book on the hood of the car. 

We did get a call yesterday that the guy was arrested on Monday night.  Apparently he had returned and was spotted by one of the neighbors.  So now I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1537203105338352841?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1537203105338352841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1537203105338352841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1537203105338352841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1537203105338352841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2025032270158009456</id><published>2008-09-04T19:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:19:47.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Funny</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my daughter asked me if she could borrow my camera to take pictures of flowers when she visits her friend, a couple of weeks from now.  I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea, and offered to buy her a disposable camera.  She became quiet and said, "Disposable?  You mean you throw it away?"  I said yes.  Now, this is the girl who has scored high on her IQ test, achievement tests, state standardized tests, and is in a Gifted class. I saw the wheels in her head turning.  She then replied, "If it's disposable, how will you see the pictures?  You have to throw it away."  I laughed at her comment, and thought WOW!  Is it possible that she's never seen a disposable camera? After explaining the concept to her, she said it was fine.

With all this high tech stuff, I guess disposable cameras are unheard of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2025032270158009456?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2025032270158009456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2025032270158009456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2025032270158009456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2025032270158009456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny.html' title='A Funny'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3756174559473849134</id><published>2008-08-29T20:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:26:58.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Friday Morning</title><content type='html'>The following story is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Because the author is, in fact, innocent.

Driving to school this am:

Jane observes the school zone lights flashing, therefore she slows down. She realizes she's almost out of the school zone. Just another few feet...so she begins to accelerate. Jane signals, slow downs, and makes a right turn into the school. But WAIT! Are those blue lights flashing behind her? Why, YES. Here is a replay of the events:

Jane:(Rolling down the window)
Good morning, officer.

Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?

Jane: No, Officer.

Officer: Well, Ma'am you were speeding. Do you know how fast you were going?

Jane: (confused)
No.

Officer: I clocked you going 18mph.

Jane: (now, further confused)
18mph in a 30mph?

Officer: No. 18mph in a 15mph school zone. License and proof of insurance, please.

Jane: (VERY confused, hands the requested documents)

Officer: I'll be back in just a minute.

Jane: (sits and waits)

Officer: (returning with a white piece of paper) I'm going to ask you to please sign this citation, Ma'am.

Jane: A ticket? For going over by 3mph?

Officer: That and because you have out of state auto insurance.

Jane: Excuse me? I'm getting a ticket for having ALABAMA insurance?! We just moved back from AL.

Officer: Well, have you changed your auto insurance?

Jane: (getting irritated)Yes, I did change our auto insurance to TN, but I haven't received my new id cards.

Officer: Well you have 30 days from moving to do this, and your TN license was issued in June.

Jane: But isn't out-of-state insurance better than NO insurance?

Officer: Ma'am, I'm going to ask you once again to sign the citation. You have a scheduled court date of Sept 30.

Jane: (signing citation) I don't get this. At least I have insurance. (hands it back to officer)

Officer: (handing me my yellow copy) Have a great weekend.

Jane: (hand shaking, steam coming out of ears, fire coming out of eyes). You too, Officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3756174559473849134?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3756174559473849134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3756174559473849134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3756174559473849134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3756174559473849134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/08/driving-to-school-this-am-i-observe.html' title='Friday Morning'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3615515004455888616</id><published>2008-08-24T17:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:02:00.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>So It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  For good, I hope.  I must admit, once the Olympics started the little bit of internet time I had, went to watching TV.  It was hard not to get into it.  So many great athletes.  From swimming, to gymnastics, and softball, tennis, and beach volleyball, volleyball, along with mens and womens basketball...I'm glad this is every 4 years.  I was going to bed very late because of it.

Stephen and Kristina were here a couple of weeks ago.  We had lots of fun especially making fun of Stephen.  It's still weird saying that he's married.  Amber and the kids were also here, and it was great seeing them.  Lindsay has started the fifth grade (*tear*), and it's been emotional on ME.  We had Open House on Tuesday with her teacher, and for some reason other parents were surprised to see both Adam and myself there.  Why is it hard to comprehend that a father is interested in his daughter's education?  Get a grip people!  She has a male teacher this year.  He is strict and assigns a lot of homework.  YES!  Maddy is completely potty trained!  WOOHOO!  Oh the joy of not having to purchase diapers, and having to wrestle her for a change.  I have bought night time diapers, however, she wakes up dry or wakes up in the middle of the night to go.  She has also said goodbye to her sippy cups and eats with utensils.  Sometimes I wonder if we're going to have to brace for the worst later on.  She's done this all one her own, and relatively drama free. 

So that is my update.  Hopefully I won't be such a slacker from here on out.  That is, until LOST begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3615515004455888616?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3615515004455888616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3615515004455888616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3615515004455888616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3615515004455888616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-been-while.html' title='So It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-749867643351699899</id><published>2008-08-14T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T18:49:30.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Olympic Drama</title><content type='html'>It seems like drama is everywhere....even in the Olympic Games.

We were all in awe with the Olympic Opening Ceremony.  Then this week we learned that &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/TECH/08/12/fake.fireworks.ap/index.html?imw=Y&amp;amp;iref=mpstoryemail"&gt;Beijing enhanced Olympics show with faked 'fireworks'&lt;/a&gt;.   What?!  I didn't think that was possible.  But apparently it is.  Then we found out that the voice of the girl who sang "Ode to the Motherland", was not that of beautiful 9-year-old Lin Miaoke.  Apparently the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/08/12/olympic.ceremony.lip.synche.ap/index.html"&gt;7-year-old Chinese girl was not good-looking enough for the Olympics opening ceremony&lt;/a&gt;.  Again, I say "WHAT?!"  Then there's the women's gymnastics team.  Anyone who watched China's team get out on the floor probably said, "HUH?"  These girls look as young as my 10 year old.  No amount of blye eye shadow could cover that up.  &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/gymnastics/news/newsid=213588.html#age+chinese+gymnast+under+scrutiny"&gt;How could these girls be 13 nine months ago, and 16 now&lt;/a&gt;? 

I understand the Chinese have worked hard with &lt;a href="http://www.thefirstpost.co.uk/45023,features,chinas-119-olympic-dreams"&gt;Project 119&lt;/a&gt;, but to cheat? That's just wrong.  Yes, the US Women's Gymnastic team made some mistakes.  But these girls are legit. 

On a side note Adam pointed out today that &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/judo/news/newsid=213398.html#first+ever+gold+mongolia"&gt;Mongolia won their first gold ever&lt;/a&gt; today.  My brother-in-law, who served a mission in Mongolia, will appreciate that.  His Canadian wife probably won't since Canada has yet to win a medal of any kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-749867643351699899?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/749867643351699899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=749867643351699899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/749867643351699899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/749867643351699899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-drama.html' title='Olympic Drama'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8359749816662882993</id><published>2008-08-09T20:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:42:54.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Let The Games Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SJ48yx2DqJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IB8D2usXnr4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232686660122290322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SJ48yx2DqJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IB8D2usXnr4/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Opening Ceremony of the Games of the XXIX Olympiad was without a doubt the most spectacular I've ever seen. Athletes from 204 countries arrived into the beautiful new stadium to celebrate. Japan, Spain, Canada, and Greece were dressed in pretty uniforms. I was anxious to see what the American delegation would wear. We all know they've worn some cheesy outfits in the past. I think they were dressed wonderfully in their Ralph Lauren uniforms--blue jackets and white pants (women in pants, too), white shirt, white shoes, white driving cap, red- and blue-striped tie or scarf. They looked like they were dressed to attend a party at a yacht club.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232693062200962242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SJ5CnbcjrMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zLG6-fOgRmI/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some uniforms were nice, others made me wonder what were they thinking (did anyone see what Austrailia was wearing? Those jackets look like they were made of aluminum foil). But I believe the Hungarians made me raise my eyebrows. Was it just me, or did anyone else think that their uniforms looked like they got dressed in a slaughter house? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232694742814078466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SJ5EJQN8tgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ii_4GQkl17A/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sadly the games began to a tragic start with the fatal stabbing of the father of a former Olympian at a Beijing landmark.  You can read the full story &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/newscenter/news/newsid=186690.html#u+s+olympic+tourist+killed+beijing"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of things to look forward to in these Olympics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  Will Michael Phelps win 8 gold medals?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  Will 41-year-old Dara Torres win gold?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  Will the US "Redeem Team" return to the top of the hoops world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  Will China be able to reach the top of the medals standing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.  With both Hamn brothers out of the Olympics, will the USA Gymnastic Team strike gold?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8359749816662882993?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8359749816662882993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8359749816662882993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8359749816662882993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8359749816662882993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html' title='Let The Games Begin!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SJ48yx2DqJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IB8D2usXnr4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3937979665756087566</id><published>2008-07-31T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:05:23.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>And Then There Were....</title><content type='html'>none?

I must admit, after watching the first episode of NBC's The Baby Borrowers I stopped watching.  I didn't think NBC was depicting an accurate picture of new parents or any parents at that.  But I decided to watch the finale last night.  It was very touching.  I liked how the elderly couples counseled them to make sure you take your time to discover who they are. 

During the final credits they gave a brief update on where the 5 couples are since the taping of the show.  All 5 couples have split up.  I was really surprised to hear this.  Probably because they spoke of their love and commitment to each other during the first episode, now they're all going their seperate ways. 

So I was very surprised.  What I'm not sure about is if I was shocked that they broke up, or shocked because the show worked?  Instead of having babies, they are going to school.  Next Wednesday is the Town Hall Meeting.  It should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3937979665756087566?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3937979665756087566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3937979665756087566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3937979665756087566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3937979665756087566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then-there-were.html' title='And Then There Were....'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8471601573273193473</id><published>2008-07-28T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:09:37.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Quiet Voices</title><content type='html'>No, these are not the voices in our heads. This is what I plead my toddler to do, ESPECIALLY in public. This is a conversation that occured yesterday at church.

Maddy: Mami! I go potty!
Me: Ok. Let's go.

In the bathroom (which we all know has a huge ECHO):
Maddy, while going potty: I go potty.
Me: Shhh. Yes, you go potty.
Maddy (now singing): Potty, potty, potty. POTTY!
Me: Please use your quiet voice while inside church.
Maddy: Otay.

Now Mami has to go potty:
Maddy: Mami, go potty?!
Me: Shhh....(whispers) IYes, I'm going potty.
Maddy: Mami go poop poop.
Me: No, just potty.
Maddy (now yelling): Mami, poop poop. Mami poop poop!
Me: Maddy! Shhhh....!

We walk into the chapel and sit down:
Maddy: Dada! Mami go poop poop!
Dada laughs
Me: Shhh.....
Maddy (to the people behind us): My mami go poop poop!

Me: Wants to crawl into a hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-8471601573273193473?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/8471601573273193473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=8471601573273193473&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8471601573273193473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/8471601573273193473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiet-voices.html' title='Quiet Voices'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-55990795019050606</id><published>2008-07-22T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:45:42.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Rare Occasion</title><content type='html'>A friend of our offered to watch the girls so that Adam and I could have a date night.  We took her up on her offer and decided to take this opportunity for some "us" time.  So on this rare occasion we decided to have dinner.  It just so happened that Adam received 2 free movie tickets at work for outstanding work.  We then included a movie into our date.  So, yes, we did go see "Batman:  The Dark Knight". In preparation for our movie, Adam had me watch "Batman" last night so that I wouldn't be lost.  WOW!  What a great movie!  I recommend you go watch it if you haven't yet.  Heath Ledger's roll as the Joker was outstanding.  As was Christian Bale's role as Batman.

Speaking of which, the AP reported today that &lt;a href="http://www.movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx/?news=323909&amp;amp;GT1=28101"&gt;Christian Bale was arrested for alleged assault &lt;/a&gt;over the weekend.  If this is true, what a shame that would be.

All in all, it was a great movie and we had a great date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-55990795019050606?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/55990795019050606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=55990795019050606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/55990795019050606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/55990795019050606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/rare-occasion.html' title='A Rare Occasion'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1905384904595067538</id><published>2008-07-19T20:50:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:24:55.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Splish Splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went to the pool today. We haven't gone in a long time so it was a treat. Here are some pictures of our adventure: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddy and Daddy &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224892840099510658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SIKMWvuc-YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gvmeNjH706U/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cannonball!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidal Wave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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1.  Mom was sick.
2.  Mom had strep throat and couldn't talk.
3.  Mom had strep throat and couldn't boss anyone around.  (not that I do  :] )
4.  Mom had strep throat and couldn't nagg. 
5.  Mom had strep throat and didn't come after anyone for not doing their chores.
6.  Mom had strep throat so no one did their chores.
7.  Mom had strep throat and we got to eat what we wanted.
8.  Mom had strep throat and got to sleep.
9.  Mom had strep throat and got to sleep ALONE.

But the #1 reason why the last five days were the BEST ever:

Daddy took very good care of Mommy and made sure she had her medication, enough fluids, a room all to herself, and for once the tv remote, all while maintaining peace, quiet, structure, feeding and cleaning the girls, and gave lots of love.  Mommy really loves that man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5043544676968962994?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5043544676968962994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5043544676968962994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5043544676968962994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5043544676968962994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-5-days-ever.html' title='The Best 5 Days EVER!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7984469517886066364</id><published>2008-07-07T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:39:54.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Today In History</title><content type='html'>July 07, 2001 - Adam &amp;amp; Esmeralda were married for all time and eternity in the Atlanta Georgia Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Today is our 7 year anniversary.  Do you know what that means?  We're getting old.  HA!  Seriously, though, it's been great.  We have a very strong relationship, and work together to reach our goals. 

Today we had a great family dinner and Adam got me a new digital camera to replace my old one that was broken.  So happy anniversary to my one true love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7984469517886066364?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7984469517886066364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7984469517886066364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7984469517886066364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7984469517886066364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-in-history.html' title='Today In History'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-4186564069132147583</id><published>2008-07-04T17:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:18:11.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Feeling Blah</title><content type='html'>Getting sick on a holiday. It never fails. I've been sick since early this morning. I don't know if it's something I ate last night, or just the stress of life. So there will be no celebrating for me. Just some nausea medicine and a bucket by the bed. :[

I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's &lt;/span&gt;holiday is better than mine. Happy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence_Day_%28United_States%29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; Day&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-4186564069132147583?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/4186564069132147583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=4186564069132147583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4186564069132147583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4186564069132147583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-blah.html' title='Feeling Blah'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1634148632902762459</id><published>2008-06-27T23:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:05:29.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>The Invasion</title><content type='html'>I remember our neice, Victoria, being really into dress up and Disney Princess. I told myself that I don't think I would allow a daughter of mine to become greatly involved in something like this. Well, &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216777148757476914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SGW3LVgQhjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sa3IAHKWq48/s320/161e0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Maddy loves anything with Princess on it. But I have realized that it's not hard to find princess stuff. It's on everything! In fact, it is harder to find something that doesn't have princess on it.  This has, however, aided in her potty training. You see, she runs to the potty so that she doesn't "go" on her princess underwear. This is Maddy's FAVORITE thing to wear. In public, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1634148632902762459?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1634148632902762459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1634148632902762459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1634148632902762459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1634148632902762459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/invasion.html' title='The Invasion'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SGW3LVgQhjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sa3IAHKWq48/s72-c/161e0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-9050489080840856607</id><published>2008-06-26T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:49:46.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Adventures at The DMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure if all DMV's are bad, but anyone who has ever visited the DMV's office in Hamilton County, TN would probably agree when I say they are the absolute WORSE. I checked out the state website and found out exactly what I needed to bring to change my AL DL to a TN DL. Well after waiting for over an hour, I was told I needed my marriage license because the name on my birth certificate was different than my license. Well, duh....I'm married. So I go home, grab my papers, and go back. 2.5 hours later, I have my TN driver's license. All the while, Maddy was getting restless, and bored. It's torture having someone wait 4 hours for a card stating that I am legally able to drive. I believe it would work faster if all 20 teller windows were open instead of the 3 that were opened.

We were only home 15 minutes before heading out again. I promised them they could go swimming at the pool since they had to endure those 4hrs at the DMV's office. We were there for only a little over 30 minutes before the thunder and lightning started. Naturally they were upset. Maddy was very upset. Thankfully at that moment, Mamaw came by for a visit. It was good getting to see her, and both girls were very happy to sit with her and catch her up on their latest doings. We all went out for dinner, and afterwards Adam and I took the girls on a walk.

A peaceful evening to end a very hectic day. Thank you, Mamaw for visiting with us and saving the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-9050489080840856607?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/9050489080840856607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=9050489080840856607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9050489080840856607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/9050489080840856607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventures-at-dmv.html' title='Adventures at The DMV'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-515389206469852063</id><published>2008-06-25T14:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:18:16.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no doubt in my mind that this topic is being discussed everywhere, everyday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; you're at the bank, grocery store, post office, school, or doctor's office. It's on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; mind. But it's not everyday that you hear about a story like this one.  This story was on our local news in TN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When a daily dose of Hannah Montana became impossible, the Vance sisters knew it
was time to take to the streets. &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read the rest of the story &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/Salt%20Lake%20Tribune%20Home%20Page/ci_9679669"&gt;here
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-515389206469852063?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/515389206469852063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=515389206469852063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/515389206469852063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/515389206469852063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/gas-prices.html' title='Gas Prices'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-5867461271652887437</id><published>2008-06-24T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:40:04.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out to eat is always a treat. Until we introduced ketchup to Maddy, that is. She loves ketchup. She can just sit there and eat it with a spoon. Geez...and I thought her uncle, JJ, was the ultimate ketchup fanatic.  These pics were taken with my cell phone so they're not the best quality.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565363699008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SGFpEKYcRVI/AAAAAAAAADI/1cs60BDjo7c/s320/ketchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215565615281259714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SGFpSzmUxMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q_KUOgMX8kQ/s320/ketchup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5867461271652887437?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5867461271652887437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5867461271652887437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5867461271652887437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5867461271652887437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-in-family.html' title='It&apos;s All In The Family'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SGFpEKYcRVI/AAAAAAAAADI/1cs60BDjo7c/s72-c/ketchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1352443825668838193</id><published>2008-06-22T17:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:42:41.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>A Rare Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SF7EwSrc63I/AAAAAAAAADA/oEqF8jAjjMw/s1600-h/Church+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214821752468466546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SF7EwSrc63I/AAAAAAAAADA/oEqF8jAjjMw/s320/Church+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is a picture of Lindsay and Maddy before heading out to church today. This is probably the only picture I have of Maddy with a hair bow. Not that she doesn't like doing her hair, because she loves it. But because she wants to do her hair herself. This pretty yellow ribbon didn't stay put long. She pulled it out on our way to church and was really upset when she couldn't put it back up. This was meltdown #1 of the day. It was quickly resolved when we arrived at church and mommy fixed her hair in the car. We were all happy and content as we entered church. That is, until we reached the nursery door. That was where meltdown #2 took place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1352443825668838193?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1352443825668838193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1352443825668838193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1352443825668838193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1352443825668838193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/rare-sighting.html' title='A Rare Sighting'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SF7EwSrc63I/AAAAAAAAADA/oEqF8jAjjMw/s72-c/Church+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-1801178795267259714</id><published>2008-06-20T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:07:07.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leelouheaders.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leelou Blogs" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee180/juliewuliee/linkbutton-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

I was visiting my friend's page the other day, and she blogged about a place that has blog layouts...for FREE.  Leelou's blog has lots of free layouts and she can customize your blog, too.  She is LDS and has picture links to the LDS website.  Pretty neat, I think.  Check her out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-1801178795267259714?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/1801178795267259714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=1801178795267259714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1801178795267259714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/1801178795267259714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-2371271608666637438</id><published>2008-06-18T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:13:03.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFmx4SCsxXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zs79xTwGFB4/s1600-h/Dinner+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213393624132011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFmx4SCsxXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zs79xTwGFB4/s320/Dinner+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been feeling down and stressed out recently due to all the changes that have gone on.  Adam came home with flowers and candy.  Why?  Just because he was thinking of me.  It was the nicest thing and was just what I needed.  That is why I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-2371271608666637438?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/2371271608666637438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=2371271608666637438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2371271608666637438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/2371271608666637438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFmx4SCsxXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zs79xTwGFB4/s72-c/Dinner+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7961290133991364433</id><published>2008-06-17T21:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:29:46.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu'/><title type='text'>Crockpot Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFhkpHp-heI/AAAAAAAAACw/TJvqp__Ut34/s1600-h/Dinner+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213027226273875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFhkpHp-heI/AAAAAAAAACw/TJvqp__Ut34/s320/Dinner+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the recipe was a success and a big hit! I found the recipe in a Weight Watchers magazine a long time ago and decided to try it. You should all try it. Here is it.

&lt;div align="left"&gt;What you will need:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 whole chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seasoning of your choice (I used Italian seasoning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking spray &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aluminum foil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crockpot &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Directions:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remove insides from the chicken. You can toss this or use it for another meal if you so desire. Throughly wash the chicken. Pat completely dry. Generously sprinkle seasoning on the chicken. Sprinkle on the inside and out. Spray cooking spray in the crockpot. Take the aluminum foil and ball into small balls. Place these inside the crockpot. Place chicken breast side down. Cook on high for 4-5 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The chicken was very tender and tasted just like the one made in the store. We also have leftovers which will be used throughout the week.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My chicken all ready to be cooked:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is the "after" picture:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213025956172282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFhjfMKKO0I/AAAAAAAAACg/PzMWhmCNrPE/s320/Dinner+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; YUMMY!
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213026523137812370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFhkAMRRp5I/AAAAAAAAACo/T30-BH4iVHU/s320/Dinner+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&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/2149516599364619368-7961290133991364433?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7961290133991364433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7961290133991364433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7961290133991364433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7961290133991364433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/crockpot-chicken.html' title='Crockpot Chicken'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFhkpHp-heI/AAAAAAAAACw/TJvqp__Ut34/s72-c/Dinner+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-8582753425766201468</id><published>2008-06-15T18:44:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:13:34.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Father's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWgx-G5yyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4oIe-liTZGs/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212248924097202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWgx-G5yyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4oIe-liTZGs/s320/Father%27s+Day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's my handsome stud with his girls Lindsay, and Madeline.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212247352955687186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWfWhJk0RI/AAAAAAAAABc/DMMllES-66w/s320/Father%27s+Day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is a framed picture that we made for Dad in 2002. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212247997149717922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWf8A9ZpaI/AAAAAAAAABk/5x49CPp55Ao/s320/Father%27s+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the one we made for Daddy this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249206090025810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWhCYnOy1I/AAAAAAAAACE/2nD9MBLTBK0/s320/Father%27s+Day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lindsay with her card&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212249567523386642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFWhXbDqNRI/AAAAAAAAACM/Dye5qBjgFCY/s320/Father%27s+Day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maddy with the framed picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Father's Day to all you daddy's out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
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Today was Maddy's 24m well visit appointment. She weighs 32lbs 6oz and is 36 3/4 inches long. She's in the 98th percentile for both height and weight. Her pedi was pleased with all the words she knows in English, Spanish, and signing. He said he was very pleased to see her, and has missed her. For those who do not know, she was a frequent patient during her first year of life because she was always sick from her Asthma. He gave us the green light in beginning to add dairy products such as cheese, yogurt, pudding, and ice cream this week, as he believes she outgrowing her milk allergy. We have to stay away from cow's milk until she sees the allergist next week. We
also have to wait on nuts and fish.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFGXv1KeqTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aqpIi_fB2UA/s1600-h/June+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211113091825051954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFGXv1KeqTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aqpIi_fB2UA/s320/June+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddy is growing and changing fast. She loves to sing, dance, read, color, "cook food", feed the dog, make animal noises, and clean. Her favorite song is "The Wheels On the Bus", and loves the hand motions. Her favorite movie is the original "Aladdin", and her favorite doll is Princess Jasmine. She takes her everywhere. She has begun using the big girl potty, and loves to flush and wash her hands. She loves the water, and she believes she's a fish. She did get her first sunburn yesterday (OUCH!), but doesn't seem like it bothers her. Even with SPF 45 sunblock, she is really red. Looks like she's inherited her daddy's sour cream colored skin and height. She can name her family members by looking at their pictures. She still isn't a fan of nursery at church, nor of being left without Mom or Dad. She's a true princess, and we love her!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-5057162278323353971?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/5057162278323353971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=5057162278323353971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5057162278323353971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/5057162278323353971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-month-well-visit.html' title='24 Month Well Visit'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SFGX9CkMVlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AfVpojq0JtY/s72-c/June+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-3285602052524323483</id><published>2008-06-10T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:18:25.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Creature of Habit</title><content type='html'>Since moving back to TN, I am unable to sleep.  Last night, I tossed and turned, got up to check the girls, got up to check the dog, go to the bathroom, drink water, check the thermostat, read my scriptures, and did everthing but sleep.  I finally dozed off at 5am, just to be woken up at 7:30 by Adam when he asked me if I knew where his belt was.  :[

Maybe it's moving back and forth between Eastern and Central time.  Maybe it's the bed.  Maybe it's something I'm eating.  Maybe it's the temperature.  Maybe it's the covers on the bed.  Or perhaps it has to do with the big orange street light that is in front of the bedroom window.  Whatever the reason is, I can't sleep.  I am exhausted throughout the day, so I refuse to nap so that my nighttime sleep wouldn't be interrupted.  But as soon as I lay down, I am wide awake.

In Enterprise, I was used to wake up at a certain time everyday, eat at the same time, do everything at the same time.  I am very big in routines and, therefore, have my daughter's on a routine.  I feel very strong about it because children need consistency.

But no matter what I do, I cannot sleep.  I need rest or I'm afraid I'll fall asleep at the wheel one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-3285602052524323483?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/3285602052524323483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=3285602052524323483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3285602052524323483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/3285602052524323483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/creature-of-habit.html' title='Creature of Habit'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-7355243665370077159</id><published>2008-06-08T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:14:50.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>What Is That Smell?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do certain smells trigger feelings, and/or, memories?  I was at Target today and was looking for a new air freshner, because we all know the smell of a new apartment doesn't last forever, and I picked one up and, BAM, it hit me.  It smelled like Enterprise, AL.  Not the actual city, but our apartment there.  I immediately put it back.  Not that I didn't like the smell, but I figure a new apartment should have a new scent.

Speaking of...I love our new place!  We had a lot of help come over, so it was done pretty quickly.  I have gotten so much done today!  Adam had to take Ryan back home and he offered to take the girls with him so that I can have some time alone to unpack.  So far I have unpacked the kitchen, pantry, living room, electronics, both linen closets, both bathrooms, the coat closet, the girls' bedroom, and 1/2 of my our bedroom.  I am soooooooo tired, but very grateful Adam gave me the time alone to do this.  Unpacking is very hard with a toddler getting into things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-7355243665370077159?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/7355243665370077159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=7355243665370077159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7355243665370077159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/7355243665370077159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-that-smell.html' title='What Is That Smell?'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149516599364619368.post-4611768842450678976</id><published>2008-06-06T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:53:20.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Everyday'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>So here I am with blog #3.  Please don't ask about blogs #1 and 2.  I have forgotten the log-in information and it's a pain to retrieve.  A quick recap:

&lt;a href="http://just-another-love-song.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog #1&lt;/a&gt; was a lot about our everyday adventures (we seem to have lots), in Chattanooga.

Blog #2 was GOING to be about our many adventures in Enterprise, AL, but since we had too many adventures, that blog never really took off the ground. 

Last night a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;converstation&lt;/span&gt; that I had in the past with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.melissaclee.com"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, my sister-in-law, came to mind.  We discussed blogging...her site is GREAT, and I remember her saying, "just write".  So that I will do.

We begin our journey today back to Chattanooga, TN, where we hope to stay put for a while.  Adam continues to work at the same place, and I have the honor to become a stay at home mom for the time being.  Maddy just turned 2 years old, and Lindsay is 9 (almost 10!), and they keep me on my toes.

I promise to write more on this blog and not to let it die.  So...welcome back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149516599364619368-4611768842450678976?l=he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/feeds/4611768842450678976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149516599364619368&amp;postID=4611768842450678976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4611768842450678976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149516599364619368/posts/default/4611768842450678976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://he-calls-me-lola.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>LOLiTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951278207447702847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8NUwVYKaocA/SLHm4BF5jwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vX2Noovmq7o/S220/001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
