<?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-3845671322786008897</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:49:45.384-06:00</updated><category term='Diet Tips'/><category term='Chandler'/><category term='father'/><category term='The boyfriend book'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='books'/><category term='recognition'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Moms'/><category term='Water'/><category term='award'/><category term='Nogales'/><category term='Trading Tuesday'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='library'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Milk'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='ASU'/><category term='Jealousy'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='sex in the city'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Memory Monday'/><category term='Eating Healhy'/><category term='Thankful Thursdays'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Collyars</title><subtitle type='html'>Cory &amp;amp; Brittney plus 4</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7322569734425370744</id><published>2012-02-10T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:31:37.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNDj8xHOEtI/TzWLVimtQoI/AAAAAAAABVc/_eNqTyoal4Y/s1600/IMAG0018%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNDj8xHOEtI/TzWLVimtQoI/AAAAAAAABVc/_eNqTyoal4Y/s320/IMAG0018%5B1%5D.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look who is 6 months old already!! Where does the time go? In all my years of life I have never had time move so quickly!!! My little man weighs 16lbs 11oz he has just about tripled his birth weight. He loves to talk and blow raspberries!! He tries to sit up on his own, and when I put him in the walker he runs all over the house!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his first taste of solid food 2 weeks ago, he loved it!! His favorites are carrots and sweet potatoes. He does not like apples!! He LOVES when I put a banana in a cheese cloth and freeze it a little bit, he sucks on that and gobbles it right up. He is just like his mama he loves his food!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7322569734425370744?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7322569734425370744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7322569734425370744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7322569734425370744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7322569734425370744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2012/02/6-months-old.html' title='6 months old!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNDj8xHOEtI/TzWLVimtQoI/AAAAAAAABVc/_eNqTyoal4Y/s72-c/IMAG0018%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-148718625640931602</id><published>2011-10-04T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:56:02.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learned so much...</title><content type='html'>This entire pregnancy, labor and delivery and post partum period has taught me so very much as a person, mother and nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to have patients come into triage and need medication because they were nauseated, yet they were eating or sitting up talking away or acting pleasant. Well with my hyperemesis I have learned that yes you can be nauseated and still be pleasant, after you live with it long enough you learn to tough it out and deal with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned that when someone says they are going to bottle feed because "they couldn't breast feed their first child... BELIEVE them... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People truly can have a "low supply"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babys can have trouble latching even months after birth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how bad a patient may &lt;em&gt;WANT&lt;/em&gt; to breast feed it just may not be possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All this and only 2 months in, I'm sure I will learn soooo much more that will help me be a better nurse to my patients)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-148718625640931602?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/148718625640931602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=148718625640931602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/148718625640931602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/148718625640931602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-learned-so-much.html' title='I&apos;ve learned so much...'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5968705714794618344</id><published>2011-10-04T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:50:32.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot something very important about my birth story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I had feared while being pregnant was going into labor and having curly hair!! YUP of all the things to worry about geez!! Well on Sunday night I took my shower and went to bed with my hair in a wet bun! (side note Incidentally I woke up that morning and told my husband "I just had the best most restful night sleep of my entire pregnancy"...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when my water broke my hair was curly... AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister Bethany came to triage with her straightener in hand and straightened my hair so I would have straight hair by delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had gone home and gotten my makeup bag and tweezers and I was able to shape my eyebrows and put a little make up on so I didn't look so wretched!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5968705714794618344?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5968705714794618344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5968705714794618344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5968705714794618344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5968705714794618344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1585722967967887116</id><published>2011-09-27T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:46:27.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birth Story Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglzDNOaa1o/ToJq4aGbHsI/AAAAAAAABU8/rt5_gg4GaGo/s1600/lane7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglzDNOaa1o/ToJq4aGbHsI/AAAAAAAABU8/rt5_gg4GaGo/s320/lane7.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cesarean section scheduled for 5pm!! It had been my life long dream to have an unmedicated vaginal birth.It had been my dream to have a wonderful pregnancy, enjoying the little kicks, hiccups, and indigestion that accompanied 40 weeks of pregnancy. Instead as you know I've had a very very hard pregnancy. It was nothing that I had ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once took a birthing class from a wonderful nurse that I worked with for years and she told a story of planning a trip to France, you research it, you plan for it for a year etc. When the plain lands they come on the loud speaker and say welcome to China. She would go on to say, it doesn't matter what you planned for essentially it's not what you planned but your still on vacation. (she told the story much more eloquently than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of this is what I had planned for, but the end result was a healthy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born at 5:17pm, he came out crying and breathing great. He was cleaned up by the NICU team and brought over to me to do skin to skin contact (that was very important to me) They then took him to the NICU to observe him. He was on room air the entire time. They started an IV for antibiotics since I was GBS unknown. He spent 2 nights in the NICU and was released to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent 1 night with Cory and I and then was admitted to Kerr's Cottage to have billi lights. He then was discharged home with me on that Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1585722967967887116?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1585722967967887116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1585722967967887116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1585722967967887116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1585722967967887116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birth-story-part-2.html' title='My Birth Story Part 2'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglzDNOaa1o/ToJq4aGbHsI/AAAAAAAABU8/rt5_gg4GaGo/s72-c/lane7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7491139398798195326</id><published>2011-09-27T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:38:21.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My birth story part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc4gbEQLmxg/ToJZVpo6nfI/AAAAAAAABU0/I-80nv9KmnU/s1600/lane10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc4gbEQLmxg/ToJZVpo6nfI/AAAAAAAABU0/I-80nv9KmnU/s320/lane10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the morning of Monday, August 1, 2011 my water broke around 8am. I was shocked and out of sorts, I started barking commands at my parents, get me a towel, get me a maxi pad, get me sterile gloves... I called triage and talked to Kelly the charge nurse and she told me my Doctor was on for the day, what a relief!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My little guy was breech so all I could think about was my baby having a prolapsed cord (the cord comes into the vagina and eventually cuts off life to the baby) Thank goodness my parents were so calm and understanding. Eventually my mom and I made it to the hospital where I waddled in with soaked towels between my legs. I started taking my clothes off immediately with the door wide open so I could be put on the monitor to check to make sure he was ok, I completely was out of sorts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kelly put me on the monitor and the soothing sound of my sweet baby's heartbeat filled the triage room. From that point on I was calm and relaxed. Kim took over and got me triaged, My doctor ordered a "vaginal pooling" they took some of my water and tested it to see if his lungs were mature.If they were mature then we would deliver him that day, if not we would wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the mean time Danielle and Bethany got there. I received a dose of betamethasone (a shot of steroids to mature his lungs) Contractions started as well. His little bum was sitting in my pelvis so with each contraction I was very uncomfortable with back pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was moved into a labor room to wait. My older sister Mindy showed up by then. She had stopped and picked me up a toothbrush, deodorant, and some preemie clothes. I hadn't packed a bag yet because I was according to the doctors only 33 weeks and 5 days. According to my last menstrual cycle I was 34 weeks 2 days. Either way he was going to be born premature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As luck would have it my friend, the nurse I was hoping to deliver me Sharon was on that day and didn't have an assignment yet. She got my IV started and began antibiotics since I hadn't been GBS tested yet. She was great because she called St.Josephs continuously for me to check to see if his lung results were back yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The anesthesiologist I was hoping for was on that day as well as the scrub tech I had wanted. It seemed as if everyone was in place for the delivery of my sweet boy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cory showed up around 10am, he had just gotten to work when my water broke. He works in Gila Bend, so he turned around and headed back to town. He was typical Cory, cool, calm and collected. He was making calls and keeping all our family in Oklahoma updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 3:30 rolled around and the results were in, his lungs WERE mature, we were given the green light for a cesarean section, we decided it would be at 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7491139398798195326?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7491139398798195326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7491139398798195326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7491139398798195326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7491139398798195326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birth-story-part-1.html' title='My birth story part 1'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc4gbEQLmxg/ToJZVpo6nfI/AAAAAAAABU0/I-80nv9KmnU/s72-c/lane10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7953705068932272196</id><published>2011-07-30T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:28:15.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;34 weeks!! Hooray!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today we drove to Tucson, because my cousin bought me a 3D/4D ultrasound package. Of course my little breech baby was facing my back so we couldn't get very good pictures... Here are the 3 that turned out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QI5Mkh3M57g/TjTW6X6zVfI/AAAAAAAABUg/0J9ZIjtg600/s1600/Baby+Lane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QI5Mkh3M57g/TjTW6X6zVfI/AAAAAAAABUg/0J9ZIjtg600/s320/Baby+Lane.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftGoFyZbKDQ/TjTW8I9DYHI/AAAAAAAABUk/Od97ND4hJhw/s1600/Baby+Lane1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftGoFyZbKDQ/TjTW8I9DYHI/AAAAAAAABUk/Od97ND4hJhw/s320/Baby+Lane1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4H5naiwxE4/TjTW-y8w-_I/AAAAAAAABUo/ew2oo7PxCC8/s1600/Baby+Lane2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4H5naiwxE4/TjTW-y8w-_I/AAAAAAAABUo/ew2oo7PxCC8/s320/Baby+Lane2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have gestational hypertension, still not being diagnosed as pre eclampsia, however this past week I have been symptomatic, spots before my eyes, a large weight gain in a week, high blood pressures and swelling. My 24 hour urine from a few weeks ago came back at 255 the cut off for my doctor is 300. So we will see if it turns into pre eclampsia or not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I already blogged that I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, which completely explains why this kiddo is sooooo big already!! His last measurements were 4lbs 3 ounces and that was at 31 weeks.As I stated above he is breech, more transverse then breech, but either way that head is not in my pelvis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My hyperemesis gravidum, is somewhat controlled, I have more good days then bad, but spend A LOT of time on bedrest because if I'm up and moving I get nauseated and drive heave or vomit, motion completely sets it off!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All in all we are nearing the end, and we will have this big sweet baby in our arms before we know it, and the past 9 months will have all been worth it!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7953705068932272196?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7953705068932272196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7953705068932272196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7953705068932272196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7953705068932272196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/07/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QI5Mkh3M57g/TjTW6X6zVfI/AAAAAAAABUg/0J9ZIjtg600/s72-c/Baby+Lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5969876253009351288</id><published>2011-06-17T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:33:36.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Just a little over &amp;nbsp;27 weeks.... I go in for weekly visit to the doctor. Thank God I have such a great group I see. My blood pressure was high on my visit this week, my labs were normal, now we are waiting for my 24 hour urine results. We are monitoring pressures at home.... I used to be a 110/60 type of gal, well I have been looking at 160-170/90's... Crazy scary! I lay here and think of every scenario possible with blood pressure problems... MY greatest concern is delivering him early, because I am already on short term disability, if he comes early, I will have to return to work within 6 weeks, and I can't bear the thought of leaving my baby in the NICU, and or not being able to take time off work when he is finally released!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;So then I get the call yesterday from my dear doctor, she was calling to inform me I failed my 1 hour glucose test! So we have now set me up on home health to monitor my sugars and modify my diet and we will go from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;So yup that's this pregnancy in a nut shell, Zofran pump, 4 medications 3 times a day to keep food down, IV home fluids, blood sugar monitoring and now blood pressure monitoring....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;In my wildest dreams I never would have guessed this could all happen to one person... I will not complain though, I will endure anything I have to in order to keep this little baby safe inside my body, 13 more weeks is nothing, we've made it this far!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Please continue to pray for my sweet baby Lane!!! Thank you :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5969876253009351288?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5969876253009351288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5969876253009351288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5969876253009351288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5969876253009351288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/06/27-weeks.html' title='27 weeks'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5220584269083013153</id><published>2011-05-28T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:42:48.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;What 25 weeks looks like!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Head to heels, your baby now measures about 13 1/2 inches. His weight — a pound and a half — isn't much more than an average&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;rutabaga, but he's beginning to exchange her long, lean look for some baby fat. As he does, his wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out and he'll start to look more and more like a newborn. He's also growing more hair — and if you could see it, you'd now be able to discern its color and texture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;We are now 25 weeks. I have been placed off of work for the time being. I am back on my Zofran pump as well as IV fluids at home as needed. We had the fluids for 5 days straight running last weekend. It was a pain in the butt to lug around my IV pole, but wow did I feel better with the fluids, it really made a difference in how I felt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;We are anxiously awaiting our little mans arrival!! September will be here before we know it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #40463c; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5220584269083013153?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5220584269083013153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5220584269083013153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5220584269083013153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5220584269083013153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/05/25-weeks.html' title='25 Weeks!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5025386530914881911</id><published>2011-04-28T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:12:47.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20.4 weeks!!</title><content type='html'>We are halfway there &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;HoOrAy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!! &amp;nbsp;Here is my little man at 19 weeks for his anatomy scan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzSwidHa7o4/TboOu_lyI8I/AAAAAAAABUA/VUj1Nz4j3k4/s1600/Lane20wks0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzSwidHa7o4/TboOu_lyI8I/AAAAAAAABUA/VUj1Nz4j3k4/s320/Lane20wks0004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How precious is this baby profile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyuVG5nDSVA/TboOxamaceI/AAAAAAAABUE/__Bu_I-JrYw/s1600/Lane20wks0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyuVG5nDSVA/TboOxamaceI/AAAAAAAABUE/__Bu_I-JrYw/s320/Lane20wks0003.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at these big boy feet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here is what I look like at 20 weeks!! My boy is a growing machine inside my uterus!! It's wild all the changes that take place and how quickly they happen, I swear it seems as though I woke up and there was my belly!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu6RJIv5L7A/TboPTcAcrcI/AAAAAAAABUI/WNJmCvt7cow/s1600/20.4wks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu6RJIv5L7A/TboPTcAcrcI/AAAAAAAABUI/WNJmCvt7cow/s320/20.4wks.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am starting to ween off my Zofran pump, and other meds!! Hooray for that! I have real cravings now, and this baby gets a kick out of super spicy and super sweet things!! He will move all over after I have eaten those things!! My husband has been awesome, he runs out to buy me cake and shaved ice for me, even at 9pm!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going so well that I am already talking about baby number 2!! LOL However Mr. Oklahoma isn't so sure about that!! :) It's just been such an amazing experience now to feel this little guy growing and moving inside of me, it is indescribable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5025386530914881911?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5025386530914881911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5025386530914881911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5025386530914881911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5025386530914881911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/204-weeks.html' title='20.4 weeks!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzSwidHa7o4/TboOu_lyI8I/AAAAAAAABUA/VUj1Nz4j3k4/s72-c/Lane20wks0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8402039524067531590</id><published>2011-04-15T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T04:05:55.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 &amp; 6 weeks</title><content type='html'>My sweet little one, you are 18.6 weeks today and I have been feeling good for 12 whole days now, I bet it seems silly only 12 days but they have been a miraculous 12 days!! I have finally been able to eat normal and drink all the water I want without getting sick!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we have our anatomy scan and I can't wait to see you again!! I should be able to feel you by now but because of my anterior placenta I can't feel you yet. Which is a bummer because I can't wait to have the reassurance that your there and doing well by feeling you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you are just shy of 19 weeks I am going to post the 19 week update.. I hope you know how very very much you are loved already.. My heart has never felt love like this before, my intense need to protect you and grow you big and strong. 21 more weeks my sweet sweet boy and I will hold you in my arms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your baby's sensory development is exploding! His brain is designating specialized areas for smell, taste, hearing, vision, and touch. Some research suggests that he may be able to hear your voice now, so don't be shy about reading aloud, talking to him, or singing a happy tune if the mood strikes you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your baby weighs about 8 1/2 ounces and measures 6 inches, head to bottom — about the size of a large heirloom tomato. His arms and legs are in the right proportions to each other and the rest of his body now. His kidneys continue to make urine and the hair on his scalp is sprouting. A waxy protective coating called the vernix caseosa is forming on her skin to prevent it from pickling in the amniotic fluid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QptJRv1UVjE/TagJzJiApcI/AAAAAAAABT8/mJs_S9u31VI/s1600/19-heirloom-tomato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QptJRv1UVjE/TagJzJiApcI/AAAAAAAABT8/mJs_S9u31VI/s320/19-heirloom-tomato.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what an Heirlooom Tomato is :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8402039524067531590?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8402039524067531590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8402039524067531590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8402039524067531590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8402039524067531590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/18-6-weeks.html' title='18 &amp; 6 weeks'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QptJRv1UVjE/TagJzJiApcI/AAAAAAAABT8/mJs_S9u31VI/s72-c/19-heirloom-tomato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4148440789317415775</id><published>2011-04-08T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T07:23:28.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I borrowed this from one of my BabyCenter Moms</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The appropriate response to a couple telling you they are having a baby is ‘Congratulations!’ with enthusiasm. Any other response makes you a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Through the wonders of science, we now know that babies are made ONLY by the mother and father – not grandparents. Unless the baby is in your uterus or you are the man that helped put it there, you may not ever use the phrase ‘my baby’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the same note, unless you made the baby as defined in 2, the pregnancy, birth, and raising of the child are not about you. You do not have input. No one wants to hear your opinion unless they ask for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The body of a pregnant woman should be treated the same as any other body. You would not randomly touch someone’s stomach if they were not pregnant, nor would you inquire into the condition of their uterus, cervix, or how they plan to use their breasts. Pregnancy does not remove all traces of privacy from a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Likewise, no woman wants to hear comments on her weight…ever. A pregnant woman does not find it flattering that you think she is about is pop, must be having twins, looks swollen or has gained weight in her face. Telling her she looks too small only makes her worry that she is somehow starving her baby. Making such comments invite her to critique your physical appearance and you may not act offended. The only acceptable comment on appearance is ‘You look fabulous!’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;6. By the time we are 20-30 years old, most of us have picked up on the fact that the summer is hot. We are hot every summer when we are not pregnant. We don’t need you to point out that we will be miserably hot before the baby comes. Nor do we need to know how badly you will feel for us because we will be pregnant during the summer and how glad you are that YOU will not be pregnant this coming summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;(This one is my favorite, as an AZ native I know how hot AZ gets in the summer, why do you need to point out I'm going to have a hot summer??????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is a reason that tickets to Labor &amp;amp; Delivery are not yet sold on Ticketmaster. Childbirth is actually not a public event. It may sound crazy, but some women really do not relish the idea of their mother, MIL, or a host of other family members seeing their bare butt and genitals. Also, some people simply feel like the birth of their child is a private and emotional moment to be shared only by the parents. You weren’t invited to be there when the baby was created, you probably won’t be invited to be there when it comes out either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Like everything else in life, unless you receive an invitation, you are NOT invited. This includes doctor appointments, ultrasounds, labor, delivery, the hospital, and the parent’s home. You do not decide if you will be there for the birth or if you will move in with the new parents to ‘help out’. If your assistance is desired, rest assured that you will be asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you are asked to help after the birth, this means you should clean up the house, help with cooking meals, and generally stay out of the way. Holding the baby more than the parents, interfering with breastfeeding and sleeping schedules, and making a woman who is still leaking fluid from multiple locations lift a finger in housework is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The only people entitled to time with the baby are the parents. Whether they choose to have you at the hospital for the birth or ask for you to wait three weeks to visit, appreciate that you are being given the privilege of seeing their child. Complaining or showing disappointment only encourages the parents to include you less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Pregnant Women/New Parents in the World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4148440789317415775?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4148440789317415775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4148440789317415775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4148440789317415775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4148440789317415775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-borrowed-this-from-one-of-my.html' title='I borrowed this from one of my BabyCenter Moms'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5611830401987367113</id><published>2011-03-31T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:17:17.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lane Fun Facts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Due Date Is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1e6f40;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Saturday, September 10, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Your conception date was most likely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Saturday, December 18, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/pregnancy/week-by-week/week17.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Week 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;of your pregnancy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Your Third Trimester will begin 6/11/2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;117 days down, 163 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Zodiac Sign&lt;/span&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/horoscope/Virgo.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/horoscope/Virgo.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Half Birthday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;March&amp;nbsp;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Birthstone:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/birthstones/Sapphire.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/birthstones/Sapphire.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Birth Flower&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aster or Morning Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/horoscope/chinesezodiac/rabbit.asp" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;This time next year your baby will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;29 Weeks Old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babiesonline.com/babysfirstyear/week29.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your baby will start kindergarten in 2017, be old enough to drive a car in 2027, finish high school in 2030, and will graduate from college with the class of 2034, give or take a year. Can you imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Oh and here are his first pairs of shoes that his daddy bought him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEJPzK9JljE/TZTJ04ww8QI/AAAAAAAABTs/SfbskyS80Do/s1600/IMAG0471+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEJPzK9JljE/TZTJ04ww8QI/AAAAAAAABTs/SfbskyS80Do/s320/IMAG0471+%25282%2529.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5611830401987367113?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5611830401987367113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5611830401987367113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5611830401987367113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5611830401987367113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-lane-fun-facts.html' title='Baby Lane Fun Facts!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEJPzK9JljE/TZTJ04ww8QI/AAAAAAAABTs/SfbskyS80Do/s72-c/IMAG0471+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6450655742791331734</id><published>2011-03-27T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:25:36.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Baby Lane!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRxWibs0pmo/TZIV_2NdwtI/AAAAAAAABTk/eThSJDZqgeU/s1600/C+BRITTNEY_18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRxWibs0pmo/TZIV_2NdwtI/AAAAAAAABTk/eThSJDZqgeU/s320/C+BRITTNEY_18.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0fTUbAyeFI/TZIWBP0KKMI/AAAAAAAABTo/NvcWT10H4Vg/s1600/C+BRITTNEY_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0fTUbAyeFI/TZIWBP0KKMI/AAAAAAAABTo/NvcWT10H4Vg/s320/C+BRITTNEY_12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOhXEAWrEG0/TY84GTTo0zI/AAAAAAAABTc/pF0x2h91Yog/s1600/C+BRITTNEY_12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOhXEAWrEG0/TY84GTTo0zI/AAAAAAAABTc/pF0x2h91Yog/s320/C+BRITTNEY_12.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASRzjCEqU40/TY84GxqyKbI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZGxsOkSAhIw/s1600/C+BRITTNEY_18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASRzjCEqU40/TY84GxqyKbI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZGxsOkSAhIw/s320/C+BRITTNEY_18.JPG" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Baby Lane Elias Collyar!! Elias is his middle name, it's not part of his last name. Lane is the first&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; BOY&lt;/span&gt; born into the Elias family!! We have a household of all women, sadly the Elias name will never be carried as a last name, so of course it was fitting to have Lanes middle name be Elias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is over the moon about us having a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOY,&lt;/span&gt; and of course Mr. Oklahoma is too, he is so excited, that day I found out he said "It made my day finding out it's a &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt;" Obviously we would have been happy with a girl as well, but this just makes it so much fun because in our family we don't know the first thing about &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do know how to do is shop! Lane has over 32 outfits from my mom and dad, sisters and close friends!! This &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt; is going to be well dressed, and of course we already have our share of ASU and OU items!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 16 weeks now and the nausea and vomitting let up for about a week and a half, and now it is back again. I can't wait until this part of the pregnancy is over! I am grateful for my zofran pump, it does help to keep the vomitting down to a minimum!! However it's cumbersome to lug this pump attached to your body everywhere, so I won't be sad when I'm healthy and I can mail the pump back to the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 more weeks we have another US for growth and full anatomy!! I can't wait to see our &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt; again. Oh, and he looks JUST like Mr. Oklahoma already, LLLLOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG skinny legs, and arms!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6450655742791331734?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6450655742791331734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6450655742791331734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6450655742791331734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6450655742791331734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-baby-lane.html' title='Meet Baby Lane!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRxWibs0pmo/TZIV_2NdwtI/AAAAAAAABTk/eThSJDZqgeU/s72-c/C+BRITTNEY_18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1228949542216890100</id><published>2011-03-11T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:18:57.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see what we see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m4TgGcAqmFc/TXqto6IxiLI/AAAAAAAABSk/tMk51bgnrIc/s1600/mail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m4TgGcAqmFc/TXqto6IxiLI/AAAAAAAABSk/tMk51bgnrIc/s320/mail.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;14 week scan :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1228949542216890100?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1228949542216890100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1228949542216890100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1228949542216890100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1228949542216890100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-see-what-we-see.html' title='Do you see what we see?'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m4TgGcAqmFc/TXqto6IxiLI/AAAAAAAABSk/tMk51bgnrIc/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6932600115997544796</id><published>2011-03-07T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:55:50.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 and 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fjt230NjNUA/TXTwZLUfEGI/AAAAAAAABSg/tWbpWaJ_pdU/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fjt230NjNUA/TXTwZLUfEGI/AAAAAAAABSg/tWbpWaJ_pdU/s320/baby.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indescribable to see how the baby grows week to week!! Our baby is getting so big, you can see it's defined lips and nose!! This was our nuchal&amp;nbsp;translucency&amp;nbsp;ultra sound! I had horrible nightmares the night before, I am really&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to believe I know too much from a medical standpoint for my own good!&lt;br /&gt;However the tech was great and reassured me right away that the intestines were all sealed inside his/her belly, the spinal cord was nicely closed, and the nuchal fold only measured .8!! In my nightmare it measured 3.4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling good for about 4 days, then the morning sickness started up with a vengeance!! I am now on Reglan, Phenergan, Scolpamine patches, Steroids and getting a Zofran pump today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I am feeling 100% again!! I'm so&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;for my group of doctor's well really one in particular, she has been so patient with me and doesn't make me feel like a crazed labor nurse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we are headed to court next week for our final custody decision.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6932600115997544796?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6932600115997544796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6932600115997544796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6932600115997544796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6932600115997544796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/03/11-and-4.html' title='11 and 4'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fjt230NjNUA/TXTwZLUfEGI/AAAAAAAABSg/tWbpWaJ_pdU/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8305375909905354279</id><published>2011-02-19T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:01:08.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks and some change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYn9RmU4M9Q/TWADkxyeeaI/AAAAAAAABSY/0Pw4h5bwQ2w/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYn9RmU4M9Q/TWADkxyeeaI/AAAAAAAABSY/0Pw4h5bwQ2w/s320/photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is our little "dave matthews" we aren't sure if it's a boy or girl but we call the baby dave matthews, mostly because my husband hates it LOL We are roughly 10 weeks 4 days in this picture. Although we are doing dating this week because we are unsure. In this picture it looks like there are little nubs for hands and legs but really the kiddo has llloooonnnggg legs and arms like it's daddy, the baby was kicking and waving, and would push off the uterus it was amazing to see!! Without thinking I drank about 20 ounces of apple juice before my appointment in hopes I could pee at the doctors visit, well that kiddo was a maniac!! It looked a titch more then 10 weeks but we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to only throwing up about 3-4 times a day which is a major improvement. Mostly I just throw up bile, oh and sounds, smells and talk of grossness makes me sick LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 5 years as a labor and delivery nurse, I threw up during a delivery LOL Don't worry I had enough time to excuse myself from the patients room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating doing a 3D at 15 weeks for a sneak peak gender as well as so we can get video footage to send to his mom so she can watch our kiddo grow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I am amazed that this little life is growing inside of me! I didn't realize you could love something so much in such a brief period of time, without even meeting them yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8305375909905354279?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8305375909905354279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8305375909905354279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8305375909905354279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8305375909905354279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-weeks-and-some-change.html' title='10 weeks and some change'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYn9RmU4M9Q/TWADkxyeeaI/AAAAAAAABSY/0Pw4h5bwQ2w/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3356596447398549632</id><published>2011-01-26T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:20:34.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7wks 3 days</title><content type='html'>Well our little sweet pea, I am not able to keep much of anything down at all. My diet consists of sips of&amp;nbsp;Gatorade&amp;nbsp;or Sprite and macaroni and cheese. Before I was pregnant I can honestly say I haven't had macaroni and cheese in well over a year, I used to think of it as a processed, powdery mess! Now, boy do I crave it. I also eat bananas non stop that is another thing I can keep down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning we woke up with a scare of some bleeding, I didn't want to call the doctor because I kept thinking, I'm a High Risk Labor Nurse, I should know better..... I kept thinking I know I would tell the patient it was fine. However I finally called, we went in to the office and we got to see you again. Your precious little sac has almost&amp;nbsp;tripled&amp;nbsp;in size, I couldn't believe in a week how big you are. And you looked great, so we were sent home with reassurance that you were a-ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still so wild to think there is a teeny tiny baby growing inside of me... I used to not&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;it, however now with all the sickness and unable to button my pants I&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;it all right! I can't want, 33 more weeks, it seems so surreal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so excited and love you so much already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma and I go round and round on names, I LOVE traditional names,Abigail, Clare, Marie, Elizabeth, Emma, Janie etc. He hates them, this from the man who named his kids "different names" I would love Abigail Clare and we call her Abbie, or for a little boy Grayson, and we can call him Gray. We will see, what we end up with, we have a few months before we have to make it official!! I love the names Maddison, Bailey and Bella however the older I got with no kids, I decided to name my pets those names LOL so, so much for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma and I are going on a honeymoon in 2 weeks to Las Vegas, he has never been and I am so excited about showing him around, there is so much sight seeing to do, I hope I am feeling wonderful so I am able to enjoy our trip and the buffets LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3356596447398549632?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3356596447398549632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3356596447398549632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3356596447398549632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3356596447398549632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/7wks-3-days.html' title='7wks 3 days'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1134223927651509533</id><published>2011-01-20T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:50:35.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday we had our first ultrasound, we were able to see our little sweet peas heart beat and hear it... It was music to our ears!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TTh1KEQl0II/AAAAAAAABSM/YzTpXPoDfwM/s1600/IMAG0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TTh1KEQl0II/AAAAAAAABSM/YzTpXPoDfwM/s320/IMAG0373.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is still so surreal, I can't even wrap my head around the fact there is a baby growing inside of me!!! I have been battling horrible morning/afternoon/night sickness... I have tried seabands, zofran, eating crackers before I get out of bed you name it... I would love any suggestions, I'm willing to try anything!! :) Thanks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1134223927651509533?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1134223927651509533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1134223927651509533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1134223927651509533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1134223927651509533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-sweet-pea.html' title='Our Sweet Pea'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TTh1KEQl0II/AAAAAAAABSM/YzTpXPoDfwM/s72-c/IMAG0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4904355962188061646</id><published>2011-01-20T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:34:58.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5wks 4 days</title><content type='html'>Wed. 01/12/2011 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when the alarm went off, I rushed to get our oldest in the shower and then back to my bathroom to take a test. Oklahoma was still asleep, as soon as I peed, the blue positive sign lit up, there was no denying it... At first i had a moment of what on earth, no way, especially because I didn't think it would happen so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my bestie, she didn't answer. I raised downstairs and called my mom. She was ecstatic!! The kids got off to school and I waited for Oklahoma to wake up. I didn't want to wake him up because I knew he'd be groggy and his reaction wouldn't be what I wanted LOL... I sent a picture to my bestie of the test and she called immediately, she was so very excited! Then he finally came down stairs and I told him "We're pregnant" he said, what, and just looked at me, and I said, yes I took a test today, we are pregnant!! He was excited too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a very surreal feeling... I don't think it's sunk in all the way yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post this post yet until later on down the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This was written on the 12th and posted today, 8 days later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4904355962188061646?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4904355962188061646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4904355962188061646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4904355962188061646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4904355962188061646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/5wks-4-days.html' title='5wks 4 days'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4117944931857448146</id><published>2011-01-03T03:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:46:10.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Collyar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaxhdiMgI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZaBX_qiE3SU/s1600/us1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaxhdiMgI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZaBX_qiE3SU/s320/us1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&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/3845671322786008897-4117944931857448146?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4117944931857448146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4117944931857448146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4117944931857448146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4117944931857448146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/introducing-mr-and-mrs-collyar.html' title='Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Collyar'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaxhdiMgI/AAAAAAAABSE/ZaBX_qiE3SU/s72-c/us1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-62024735010332770</id><published>2011-01-03T03:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:45:21.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, I admit I have been gone for a long time.. I was busy with life happening.. To recap my last 8 months, I met the love of my life, I got engaged, I moved to Oklahoma, I got a job in Arizona, we decided to pack up and move to Arizona, a week before the wedding we got emergency custody of his 3 kids, we drove all 5 of us, in my car and a uhaul to Arizona. We moved back into my old house, we got married, and now here we are.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm not sure where to begin, I suppose I will tell you about my new additions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Miss C. is 11, she is a feisty, dare devil, sports playing tomboy. She reminds me of myself at her age.. There were times I forgot I was a girl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Miss K is 9, she is my dainty little princess with legs up to the throat and hair down to her bum! She is a people pleaser, she reminds me most of my sister Miss D. (the one I've lived with forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mr. W is 5, and he is a boys boy that's for sure, I just adore this little man, and he adores me. I quickly became "mom" to him and he has such a way of winning me over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'll let you in on a little secret.... On the 4th of July I was in Oklahoma visiting, and we stopped at a fireworks stand to buy some fireworks, I quickly dialed my mom on the phone and in a panic said "I don't&amp;nbsp; know the first thing about boys!! He farts and burps and laugh and is dirty and refuses to take baths, I can't do this boy thing!" I was raised in a house of all females (with the exception of my dad) and this boy thing was VERY new to me... My mom gave me some great advice and within a matter of days, that little boy had won my heart open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now I am like putty in Mr. W's hands, all he has to do is look at me with his big brown eyes and call me mom and I just melt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaNb3YErI/AAAAAAAABSA/diJI072L0A0/s1600/girls[1].jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaNb3YErI/AAAAAAAABSA/diJI072L0A0/s320/girls%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&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/3845671322786008897-62024735010332770?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/62024735010332770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=62024735010332770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/62024735010332770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/62024735010332770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TSGaNb3YErI/AAAAAAAABSA/diJI072L0A0/s72-c/girls%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1452572789695339629</id><published>2010-10-05T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:30:00.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>73, 32, 38</title><content type='html'>I moved here 73 days ago.... We are getting married in 32 days..... We are moving to Arizona in 38 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Oklahoma (the state), it's really grown on me, I've met some very nice people at work and I really enjoy the routine that Oklahoma and I have fallen in to. We seems to glide&amp;nbsp;seamlessly&amp;nbsp;as if we were meant to spend our lives together... I love this man more then anything, and I as his future bride I support him in his decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was doing my hair and he was outside with the kids, he came into the bathroom and said, we are leaving, I'm done here... I thought it was the heat of the moment because the ex was up to her antics.... A few days pass and he brought it up again... I kept quite and didn't push the issue just supported his concerns and complaints of being here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a very close family, they are my support and I couldn't imagine having siblings turn on me the way I have experienced some of the family here doing.. We owe no one any explanations, however when people create a toxic&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;for others, the best thing is to remove yourself from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So through a lot, and I mean A LOT of prayer things started to fall into place.. I applied for a job with my former hospital system, and I was offered a job at one of their brand new facilities that has yet to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, we will return to Oklahoma and pack up and make the move back to Arizona......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new adventure for us to embark on... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1452572789695339629?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1452572789695339629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1452572789695339629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1452572789695339629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1452572789695339629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/10/73-32-38.html' title='73, 32, 38'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1964799345600952320</id><published>2010-09-28T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:52:56.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a long time.. Probably beacuse we've been having so much fun in Oklahoma... Yes, really I just said that.... Things have been great here, I L-O-V-E the fall weather... This weekend was fabulous, it was just Oklahoma and I all weekend long, we went to his old high schools football game and it was cold, and we wore sweaters!! We spent a lazy day on the couch on Saturday BBQ'n and watching college football all day long!!! On Sunday we did chores around the house and more football, and yesterday we spent the afteronoon with his mom and stepdad shopping and lunch. Then in the afternoon we finished all of our halloween decorating the front of the house and the inside looks so cute!!! We had such a great time with each other, it was really nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We drove my car from Arizona out here a few weeks ago... I will post those pictures soon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I just wanted to update and let everyone know life is going great in Oklahoma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1964799345600952320?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1964799345600952320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1964799345600952320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1964799345600952320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1964799345600952320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7015317583441177486</id><published>2010-08-12T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:28:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I used to live and die by my calendar!! My life was planned out to the minute. I had morning appointments, lunch dates, shopping trips, movie dates, pottery dates, dinner outings, cocktail outings, coffee shop talks, heck I even have a friend I'd go eat pancakes with at 2AM!!! (Disclaimer: when I use the word "date" I don't mean the traditional "date" I mean meeting etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I liked that life, I liked being on the go and having friends and having people to meet up with and discuss a good book, or someone to drive around with in the middle of the night without a destination in mind.... I LOVED being able to drop by my moms or sisters house, go see my sister at work, go spend time volunteering at the Boys &amp;amp; Girls club, crafting, I had an ENTIRE craft room that I could make crafts in... Oh, did I mention I had a gym membership there, I could go run in the middle of the day if I wanted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Today is Thursday, everyday this week (and the week before and before), when I have gotten home from work there is nothing to do, I think I have a special butt imprint on the couch because ALL I have done is sit around and watched TV. I get excited when it's time to get up and make dinner. Well, that took 1 hour now it's back to the couch. I have 3 books I'm in the middle of reading, I've taken up farmville as if it was a full time job!!!! Right now it's 4 in the afternoon and there is nothing to do in this small town!!! I wish my&amp;nbsp;fiancé&amp;nbsp;would wake up so we could go for a drive, sight see, go to the lake, see a movie, go to a coffee shop and read and have coffee, heck I'd even settle for wandering around the local Walmart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I used to enjoy coming out here to visit because we'd do a lot of nothing... However that was because I was always on the go in th city so it was nice to come here to relax... Well now relaxing full time is making me have cabin fever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Next week I am working 3 days in a row then leaving for Phoenix, I land in Phoenix my sisters are picking me up we are going for a dress fitting, then lunch then I am headed to California!! I can't wait to be back in the busy hustle and bustle of a fast pace life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I guess they always say be careful what you wish for......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7015317583441177486?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7015317583441177486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7015317583441177486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7015317583441177486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7015317583441177486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be careful what you wish for!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1642165992419766792</id><published>2010-08-08T19:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:43:30.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So here I am 16 days in Ponca City, Oklahoma.... I've written this blog a few times in my mind... I wasn't sure which way I was going to write this update... At first I didn't want to write anything negative, because I didn't want people to start to think I made a mistake... Then I decided this is the story of me, and someday we'll look back on this and reflect that yeah it was hard but we survived it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd be lying if I told you that I haven't cried several times being here. The first week was really hard, it was hard because Oklahoma had to work everyday that I was here sitting in this house alone. It made me miss my home, it made me miss my dog, it made me miss my sisters something awful. The first week, I did a lot of sleeping and laying on the couch feeling sorry for myself. I'd get up around 4, shower get all ready and prepare him dinner so he wouldn't know I was sulking all day. Finally one day I had to confess to him, I was slipping into a depression being here. I needed to get out and meet people, work, and get established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You see, in Arizona I was somebody.... I was an&amp;nbsp;independent&amp;nbsp;woman, who had a FABULOUS home, a great career where I really built a name for myself, and a family that I saw daily! I had none of that here, and I was&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to think I made a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oklahoma and I decided I should start work earlier then I had planned, because that would help me feel like I &amp;nbsp;had some purpose here. I started orientation at South Central Kansas Regional Medical Center in Arkansas City, Kansas. It's an itty bitty hospital that I am working at PRN (as needed) just for supplemental income. I had a great day at hospital orientation and then I went and picked up my soon to be&amp;nbsp;step-kids, it was our week to have them. We had a great time we went and played at Burger Kings play land, and we did some arts and crafts that afternoon. Having the kids around made a big difference in my mood. I introduced Oklahoma and kids to my favorite place in the world, the library!! The library in Ponca City is really neat, it's the kind you see in movies, where we walk up steps and there is a big old oak door!! We picked out movies and books to keep us entertained for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things were definitely starting to look up for me!! Then one night I just had a complete break down and decided I wanted to be in Arizona. Oklahoma sat there and listened to me go on and on for 2 hours of crying and talking about why I missed Arizona so much. He was real real quite and then he said "give me 6 months, and we'll move back there" &amp;nbsp;That was all I needed him to say, and I felt a million times better, not because I was going to actually move back home, but because he'd be willing to go&amp;nbsp;where ever&amp;nbsp;I needed to be to be happy!! Things really started to look up since then!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I started my orientation on the floor and had a delivery right away, it was funny because I was supposed to just be there observing, but they got busy (2 patients) and I just had to jump in and take control and deliver the patient, and that was all I needed. I felt complete again, I didn't feel lost or empty anymore! I think Oklahoma really noticed the difference in me as well!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things have been great ever since, I'm happy again, I'm not moping around the house depressed anymore!! I start orientation tomorrow morning at my&amp;nbsp;full time job. I can't wait until I am working 3-4 days a week and able to be here to take care of my Oklahoma!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1642165992419766792?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1642165992419766792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1642165992419766792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1642165992419766792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1642165992419766792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-here-i-am-16-days-in-ponca-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7867942562542731134</id><published>2010-07-08T03:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:01:39.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;I just returned home from another trip to Oklahoma… It’s 2 hours ahead there…. So really my body believes it’s 0330 and it’s really only 0130 in Arizona… I should be sleeping but my mind is swimming with thoughts of the trip…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;I thought I’d be excited to be home, to sleep in my bed to see my pup Bella, but the truth is as I got ready for bed tonight, I was sad that I wasn’t snuggling up to my Oklahoma, I was sad that a sweet childs face won’t be waking me up to make them breakfast, I was sad that I won’t be getting loved on by kids all day tomorrow…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;In my wildest dreams I would have never guessed that I could love stepchildren like this, or the family Oklahoma and I now share….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;It’s much much harder walking away from kids at the airport than it ever has been walking away from Oklahoma… What a crummy feeling of disappointment!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;This week we had the kids for the entire length of my trip. Oklahoma has a 10 year old girl,&amp;nbsp;9 year old girl and 4 year old boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;This week I was a maid, chef, beautician, encyclopedia, shopper, nurse, planner, book reader, teacher, entertainer, waitress, laundry sorter, I could keep going, but what it really comes down to is&amp;nbsp; MOM…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;I have an amazing appreciation for my mom, how she managed to stay home with us and keep us entertained in the summer all 4 of us girls is beyond me. I’ve always adored my mom but now that I was “mom” for a week, wow what a full time job it is!! And yes, there were plenty of times I just wanted 5 minutes of quite time, I still loved every single moment of it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;It clicked with me, no wonder I love being a nurse, I’m a natural care take and nurturer at heart. I’ve just been doing this nursing thing to satisfy my need and want of a family… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;I used to be so career oriented and driven, I gained my self worth from my career and after a&amp;nbsp; week with the kids, I have a new focus. I can’t wait to spend my life being a wife and a mother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;I love you Oklahoma, and the kids so very much, thanks for a&amp;nbsp; great week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7867942562542731134?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7867942562542731134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7867942562542731134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7867942562542731134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7867942562542731134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-changes.html' title='Time changes'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1820688816323698546</id><published>2010-06-24T02:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:10:05.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days later……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;A few days later, I would wake up in my bed and would lie there those first few moments of waking up and then it’d dawn on me, holy heck there is something on my hand…. I’m engaged to be married, Oklahoma proposed to me…… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;There are still moments I’ll be shopping, or washing my hands, or glance in the mirror and I see this beautiful ring on my hand and thing oh my gosh!!! I’m engaged to Oklahoma!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;It’s so hard being away from him…. It’s hard to really think we’ve lived the past 13 years a part, why is it so complex to do so now???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;I just returned from another trip to Oklahoma.. I was there for for a week this time… It was a great trip, I feel like I got a lot accomplished in the house… You see Oklahoma has been a bachelor for awhile, so the house needed a woman to get in there and clean and square things up… I only got a teeny tiny portion of the kitchen complete, but once I did, oh did I feel good, and I felt at home while I was in there cooking… It’s amazing how the addition of a few things to the kitchen can make me feel like it’s my kitchen now…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;We had an incredible week, it was filled with job interviews for me, and him having to work… I bet your thinking what’s incredible about that… Well, we had to live “real life” for the week.. It wasn’t the usual vacation period that our visits have been… He went to work, and I was home to clean and cook and take care of errands…. I loved every-single-second of it…. It is very very rewarding taking care of a home, and taking care of my Oklahoma at the end of the day…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1820688816323698546?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1820688816323698546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1820688816323698546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1820688816323698546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1820688816323698546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-days-later.html' title='A few days later……'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4443158283289303531</id><published>2010-06-24T01:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:51:04.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Tuesday and everyday there after without him…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;Monday we spent the day with my family, we swam and cooked out and played Pictionary, it was a lot of fun… Oklahoma fit in well with the chaos of the family, it was nice!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;0330 in the morning came on so very early… It was time to wake up and take my Oklahoma to the airport… It was a quite morning, not many words were spoken… Which now in hindsight I notice a trend…. Neither of us talk much on that dreaded ride to the airport……..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;It was dark and I drove with a heavy heart…. We spent a little bit of time sitting at the airport, and then it was time to send him on his way….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;I walked begrudgingly back to the car and all I could think about was those Fergie lyrics from the song Big Girls Don’t Cry &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“The smell of your skin lingers on me now   &lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town    &lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby    &lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity    &lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;I got back into the car, and the smell of him, the smell of his cologne and wintergreen chew lingered in the car….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;Sometimes this is harder then I think either of us bargained for…….. In the end it is all worth it and we both know it…… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4443158283289303531?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4443158283289303531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4443158283289303531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4443158283289303531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4443158283289303531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/monday-tuesday-and-everyday-there-after.html' title='Monday, Tuesday and everyday there after without him…..'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1919829305895803809</id><published>2010-06-04T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T06:15:14.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 05/30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday was the first day we had to ourselves, we had nothing planned until that evening, it&amp;nbsp;was heavenly to just be able to lounge around the house. We woke up that morning and I made Oklahoma some coffee and he sat outside for a bit and enjoyed the morning and watered my grass, I did a few things around the house. It was like we had settled into a routine already, it was really nice just being able to do our own things and yet still be in each others presence.. Eventually we showered and got ready for the day and managed to find our way to the couch to watch tv and nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;That evening we went to my friends house for dinner and dominoes! I have a friend who I have known since high school, well I went to her house a few weeks ago to tell her about Oklahoma, well as it turns out her husband grew up about 20 miles from where Oklahoma lives. So we decided to get together while he was here. We had a great time, for starters she is an amazing cook, and made homemade pesto pizza which was delicious (she always prepares me wonderful vegetarian dishes) Oklahoma made the dessert for us, he made a pizza cookie, which was so yummy!!! We played dominoes and had a nice night!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Besides the engagement on Saturday, Sunday was one of the best days while he was here, because we were able to spend the day with just each other.... I love my Oklahoma so very much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAjfrI7GsWI/AAAAAAAABO4/m4zLyW52YyY/s1600/i_love_oklahoma_hearts_sticker-p217827855885707147tdcj_210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAjfrI7GsWI/AAAAAAAABO4/m4zLyW52YyY/s320/i_love_oklahoma_hearts_sticker-p217827855885707147tdcj_210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1919829305895803809?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1919829305895803809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1919829305895803809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1919829305895803809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1919829305895803809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-0530.html' title='Sunday 05/30'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAjfrI7GsWI/AAAAAAAABO4/m4zLyW52YyY/s72-c/i_love_oklahoma_hearts_sticker-p217827855885707147tdcj_210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6551281030077934726</id><published>2010-06-02T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:06:02.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 05/29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Saturday we drove around sight seeing my work, Old Town Scottsdale etc.. We met my bestie and her family at Green New American Vegetarian Restuarant! I absolutely LOVE this restuarant, I could eat there for every meal!! We sat around and visited and ate our faux meat! I'm sure it was quite the experience for this beef fed boy from Oklahoma, but the fact that he was even open to it was great, he is very supportive of my lifestyle choices!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We came home and watched Shrek and napped off and on.&amp;nbsp;It was finally time to get ready for our company for the night. I had invited over my sisters and their husbands/bfs and a few other close friends over to watch the Suns game, meet Oklahoma and play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We were in my room finishing getting ready, and he was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I was just chatting away and moving around the room, and somehow I ended up sitting on the side of the bed with him, and I was still talking to him and started to kiss him and he sorta moved me back away from him, and he turned to face me. When I looked down, he had a box in his hand. Well of course it dawned on me what he was about to do, so it made me start to cry, in which he said no, no, you can't cry hold on, and he opened the box and took the ring out, and everything was such a blur (Literally because I was trying not to cry) and he held my hands and he was shaking like a leaf and he was so sweaty!! IT was so sweet, and he said "Brittney will you marry me?" I said "Yes, and&amp;nbsp;I will love you for the rest of my life" And he slipped the ring on my finger..... It was the most amazing moment of my life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So then we text/called friends, family, parents etc. Everyone was so excited for us!! Shortly there after our friends arrived and we had dinner and watched the Suns game and we played, pool and fooseball and hung out. It was a great night, I was so excited and so glad he picked that moment to propose to me becuase it was a great way to celebrate with my closest friends and family there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcNjIFjzrI/AAAAAAAABOw/dq8XEwX4iU8/s1600/DSC00080+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcNjIFjzrI/AAAAAAAABOw/dq8XEwX4iU8/s320/DSC00080+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is our first picture taken as an engaged couple :) WOW, I still look down at my hand and get goosebumps when I realize that I am going to be Mrs.Oklahoma soon!!! I adore this man so very much, he is simply amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6551281030077934726?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6551281030077934726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6551281030077934726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6551281030077934726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6551281030077934726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-0529.html' title='Saturday 05/29'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcNjIFjzrI/AAAAAAAABOw/dq8XEwX4iU8/s72-c/DSC00080+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3456661754206573572</id><published>2010-06-02T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:45:06.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 05/28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Friday morning we had to wake up to our alarm because &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I had made plans to go tubing down the salt river with Oklahoma and my friends here. YIKES it was early, but we managed to pull ourselves together and get to the meeting point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Oklahoma waiting for another couple so we could carpool to the meeting spot. I'm sure he's going to be really excited that I'm posting all these random pictures of him :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcF6I-rEbI/AAAAAAAABOg/bDva_n9fmJQ/s1600/DSC01548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcF6I-rEbI/AAAAAAAABOg/bDva_n9fmJQ/s200/DSC01548.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We had a really fun time on the river, we went with some fun friends and enjoyed the Arizona scenery. We went back to the house and took showers and napped until it was time to go face my parents... I kept giving Oklahoma "pretend questions" that my dad might ask. Now anyone who knows my father knows he is a man of very few words, so I knew good and well he wasn't going to ask anything deep or personal, at least not on the first meeting that just isn't his style, my father is the man that stands in the back and digests it&amp;nbsp; all in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If you read any of my other posts you also know that dinners at my parents house are always big productions, rarely to we eat quick, we usually all sit around the big dining room table and eat and talk for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Well in true Elias fashion that is exactly what we did, we sat around the big table talking and talking. It was very comfortable there, he fit in nicely, and didn't seem overwhelmed by the Elias girls... Trust me we can be a little intimidating when you get us all together! After dinner we were haning out and my mom, Oklahoma and I went to sit outside for a bit. My mom is a straight shooter, she had no trouble asking questions point blank. Oklahoma had no trouble answering her... "I love your daughter very much, and I believe she is the one" he told my mom..... I could have cried my eyes out right there! It is one thing for him to say it to me, but another thing to hear him tell my mom! Needless to say the meeting of the family went well, very well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcIkNhmvLI/AAAAAAAABOo/yZ7Fl2D1c2s/s1600/BrittCory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcIkNhmvLI/AAAAAAAABOo/yZ7Fl2D1c2s/s320/BrittCory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken that night at my parents, and that is Emma Baffert in the corner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3456661754206573572?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3456661754206573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3456661754206573572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3456661754206573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3456661754206573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-0528.html' title='Friday 05/28'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAcF6I-rEbI/AAAAAAAABOg/bDva_n9fmJQ/s72-c/DSC01548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1129606409369044399</id><published>2010-06-02T00:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:35:21.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lazy Thursday together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(so because I have a bad memory, someday I’ll turn my blog into a scrapbook for my kids to read, so yes, I am going to blog day by day what we did) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We grabbed lunch and went home to finally go to sleep… We both hadn’t slept in a few days by this point…….. We slept well past 5pm!!! We decided to go to my parents house so they could meet him real quick and then to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory to meet Danielle… Oklahoma insisted on shaving before going to meet my parents…. He also looked so cute in shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops! It was his Arizona outfit…&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01545" border="0" alt="DSC01545" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAXtliB38sI/AAAAAAAABOU/yGOiBWqFGjM/DSC01545_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first meeting of my parents and my youngest sister went well… We were off to meet Danielle at the Cheesecake Factory. It went well we talked a lot and ate, we were starved by that point…. We finally took one of our first pictures together!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAXtl9fjBxI/AAAAAAAABOY/Ujymdc4XML8/s1600-h/DSC01545%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="photo" border="0" alt="photo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAXtmBECSYI/AAAAAAAABOc/Kw6l5JWvR4E/photo%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&amp;#160;&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/3845671322786008897-1129606409369044399?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1129606409369044399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1129606409369044399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1129606409369044399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1129606409369044399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-lazy-thursday-together.html' title='Our lazy Thursday together'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TAXtliB38sI/AAAAAAAABOU/yGOiBWqFGjM/s72-c/DSC01545_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8703212700805429289</id><published>2010-06-02T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:25:21.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma comes to Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On May 26th, I got off work that morning and raced home to jump in bed I was soooooooooo tired… By 11am I was wide awake, wide awake like I drank an ocean of coffee wide awake.. Apparently the anticipation of Oklahoma arriving was playing with my emotions more than I realized….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I finished the last minute details of house cleaning I needed to get done and was off to work… OHHHHH gosh, by the time my shift started I was hurting.. I felt like I was hit by a truck, probably that same truck that dropped off that ocean of coffee that made me so wide awake earlier in the day… THANK GOODNESS the census was low and I have some great coworkers that were working to get me out of there… I was able to leave work by 9pm, instead of 6am!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Off to Walmart I went, who knows what for but I am SURE I needed something important before he came… Remember that trip to Target I took the night before leaving for Oklahoma? &lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/oklahoma_09.html"&gt;(Read that post here)&lt;/a&gt; Yup it pretty much was the same scenario, I was walking the store aimlessly…. Thank goodness, good old Oklahoma knows me well enough to give me a call when I don’t respond after awhile, he was able to talk me through my crazy excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You see, Oklahoma had to work that night too.. He was working until 3am when he was going to leave for the airport… Well after several conversations back and forth and the anticipation, he left work at 2am instead… Midnight Arizona time, meanwhile I was still cleaning, ironing, dusting,&lt;strike&gt; DOING-IDIODIC-THINGS-TO-KEEP-BUSY&lt;/strike&gt; preparing the house for my love…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So we talked all the way to Wichita, he finally made it there by 4am and he was going to sleep in the car for a bit…. At that point I was going to try to nap for the hour too….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We were liked crazed school kids, we didn’t sleep very much at all, and ended up calling each other before our alarms had gone off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After 123810921 explanations of what he needed to do when he got inside the airport, he finally was ready to do it.. He was going inside to check into his flight… It was precious his level of concern for doing all that it entails to travel these days… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Before long he was off to Dallas…. An hour later, I got my next call, he was in Dallas safe and sound… About 2 hours later I was pacing the terminal in Phoenix, like a lunatic waiting for him to arrive… I was just as nervous as when I flew out there….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No words can describe how right he makes my world when I am with him….. At last there he was, my gorgeous, Oklahoma….. It was time to begin our 6 days together….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8703212700805429289?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8703212700805429289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8703212700805429289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8703212700805429289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8703212700805429289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/06/oklahoma-comes-to-arizona.html' title='Oklahoma comes to Arizona'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-586621826741527258</id><published>2010-05-25T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:52:53.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This song reminds me of Oklahoma!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAetEUGwAsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAetEUGwAsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water acrosst he deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, fell the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees &lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-586621826741527258?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/586621826741527258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=586621826741527258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/586621826741527258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/586621826741527258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-song-reminds-me-of-oklahoma.html' title='This song reminds me of Oklahoma!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2325883756722104599</id><published>2010-05-24T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:47:01.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXrfwvr9I/AAAAAAAABN4/GI8L0tbhffs/s1600-h/2455278328_cefec7cb47%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="2455278328_cefec7cb47" border="0" alt="2455278328_cefec7cb47" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXr1aF8UI/AAAAAAAABN8/jSAq43SbYxo/2455278328_cefec7cb47_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;More days until my Oklahoma is in Arizona with me…. I &lt;strong&gt;can’t &lt;/strong&gt;wait for him to be here!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXsIqyg4I/AAAAAAAABOA/4RyogUu7XrU/s1600-h/13NumberThirteenInCircle%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="13NumberThirteenInCircle" border="0" alt="13NumberThirteenInCircle" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXsvYt39I/AAAAAAAABOE/YLyIaaba0uA/13NumberThirteenInCircle_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="5"&gt; Crummy days ago we parted ways in a desolate Wichita airport. It was that moment that I think we both knew what we truly meant to each other..&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXs39NWhI/AAAAAAAABOI/Ed1hEwQTfAQ/s1600-h/50th%20Birthday%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="50th Birthday" border="0" alt="50th Birthday" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXtYLb9HI/AAAAAAAABOM/bfeic0OpZa4/50th%20Birthday_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="5"&gt;Glorious days ago Oklahoma was sitting at work, well really as he tells the story he was relaxing at work with his feet up on the desk and thought to himself “I’m going to look for her one more time.” Meanwhile in Arizona I had just been to church and had been praying for God to give me a sign, to show me “the one”…… 50 days ago he found me… After countless searches over the years, there I finally was…..And here we finally are….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2325883756722104599?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2325883756722104599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2325883756722104599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2325883756722104599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2325883756722104599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_rXr1aF8UI/AAAAAAAABN8/jSAq43SbYxo/s72-c/2455278328_cefec7cb47_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4837816721789074926</id><published>2010-05-22T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:51:52.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 22nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_eM1OGA1XI/AAAAAAAABNw/D3J4yEMhMkQ/s1600/tinyfeetblue_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_eM1OGA1XI/AAAAAAAABNw/D3J4yEMhMkQ/s320/tinyfeetblue_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Remembering my brother,&amp;nbsp;Beau today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4837816721789074926?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4837816721789074926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4837816721789074926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4837816721789074926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4837816721789074926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-22nd.html' title='May 22nd'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_eM1OGA1XI/AAAAAAAABNw/D3J4yEMhMkQ/s72-c/tinyfeetblue_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1345929418833049666</id><published>2010-05-21T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:42:45.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures of Oklahoma (the state and the bf)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:c421d457-c1e8-48bb-9263-97858955da69" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-ba00e06089289301.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=BA00E06089289301!117&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Oklahoma Pictures" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_bGFBhjeXI/AAAAAAAABNs/n5TYmvACkco/InlineRepresentationacdcc941-a548-4584-a1e2-61693e4ec5cf.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-ba00e06089289301.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=BA00E06089289301!117&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1345929418833049666?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1345929418833049666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1345929418833049666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1345929418833049666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1345929418833049666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-pictures-of-oklahoma-state-and-bf.html' title='A few pictures of Oklahoma (the state and the bf)'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_bGFBhjeXI/AAAAAAAABNs/n5TYmvACkco/s72-c/InlineRepresentationacdcc941-a548-4584-a1e2-61693e4ec5cf.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-633136755940645708</id><published>2010-05-18T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:22:49.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "new" backyard</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of Oklahomas backyard.... Looks heavenly doesn't it??&amp;nbsp; There is a huge area to the left of the tree in which he decided is where my garden will go. I can't wait to be able to grow healthy, organic vegetables for our home!! He also has a place for my compost, which he said he is going to start building.... I can't wait to see what Oklahoma comes up with.... After dinner one night we sat out on the deck enjoying the weather talking... Oklahoma (the state not him) is such a simpler way of life, I love it..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_MSLc5H5eI/AAAAAAAABNk/zdMzg3zuMsY/s1600/backyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_MSLc5H5eI/AAAAAAAABNk/zdMzg3zuMsY/s400/backyard.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-633136755940645708?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/633136755940645708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=633136755940645708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/633136755940645708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/633136755940645708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-backyard.html' title='My &quot;new&quot; backyard'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S_MSLc5H5eI/AAAAAAAABNk/zdMzg3zuMsY/s72-c/backyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5290230324492771142</id><published>2010-05-18T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:48:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything" Mark Twain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Things can be complicated......... Sometimes I don't think people realize that when they don't tell the truth they are making things more complicated... Usually if your truthful it might hurt a little but at least it doesn't become complicated..... Sooner or later little falsities start coming out... Falsities, is that even a word? I don't know and I don't care....It's 0425 in the morning and I started thinking about things like the truth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why is it so few people value the truth anymore? Here's the thing, you start out believing and trusting people and then someone takes a little piece away from you here and there, so you trust a little less... Then someone you love lies, and a little bit more is lost, then someone you trust, someone who should never let you down, that person lies, it may be a white lie, and then that becomes the straw that breaks the camels back.... You no longer have trust anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You second guess everything, every action, every statement, every feeling...... People underestimate the destruction of lies.... You could lie about something simple like hmmmmmm I don't know here is a good example: "I went to church today" well if you didn't really go to church then why lie about it? If you are capable of lying about little things, then what substantially large things are you capable of lying of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Furthermore if you feel comfortable lying about little things to someone you love and care for then something is wrong..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lies destroy people, they have a domino effect, they are very destructive and they have long term effects....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5290230324492771142?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5290230324492771142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5290230324492771142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5290230324492771142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5290230324492771142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/complicated_18.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3068320407483320965</id><published>2010-05-15T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:43:01.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days ago.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;4 days ago I said goodbye to Oklahoma!! 4 days ago we started another countdown 12 more days and Oklahoma makes his first visit to Arizona! He is going to fly into Sky Harbor (Yikes) Yes, I am a titch worried for him, because it will be a little overwhelming in our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; airport for him. However I am sure he will do just fine..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We have so much planned for his trip to Arizona because there are so many different people that need to meet him!! I'm so excited for my friends and family to meet him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;First on the agenda will be to get some pictures of us together so we can make everyone happy!! Ya hear that Oklahoma? We ARE going to take a picture together..... ;)&amp;nbsp; 50 kisses to you sweets!! XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3068320407483320965?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3068320407483320965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3068320407483320965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3068320407483320965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3068320407483320965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-days-ago.html' title='4 days ago.......'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7940752362223454661</id><published>2010-05-13T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:54:57.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Monday was a nice day it was overcast and cool outside, we went for a drive around town site seeing…. It was really neat because I saw a bunch of different animals and the scenery is so green there it is just beautiful, being an AZ native things like rolling hills of green grass is something you only see on a golf course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We were out at the lake and the loud siren that comes on the radio here in AZ that always says “This is a test of the emergency broadcast system” came over Oklahoma's radio… Except this wasn’t a test, this was a tornado warning, they used words such as “life threatening emergency” Holy smokes I think my eyes became huge saucers!!!!!!!!!! Well good old Oklahoma said “Oh honey don’t worry we’ll head to moms” (Gosh sometimes the things he says melts my hear just by him saying them with that precious little accent!!) So off to Newkirk we went in the event we needed to get into the storm shelter!!! Well that storm passed right around us and we were able to head back home to Ponca. That was our excitement for the day. We then headed to the grocery store to get a few things for dinner. I made us dinner that night and then we sat around back for a bit enjoying the weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tuesday we went to his moms work to spend some time with her and I met 2 more aunts. It was nice to sit around and visit with more of Oklahoma’s family. He has this beautiful blanket at his house that we snuggled in all week, and when were were at the Kaw City museum, he bought me one to have here in AZ! That blanket has since become my little bit of Oklahoma that I have here with me, and it brings me comfort!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We decided to head to Wichita and get some dinner before I left that night. We finally got into the airport and all checked in, we sat around a bit and then decided it was time to say our goodbyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh that was not good at all, I think we both tried our best to just be strong but saying goodbye was &lt;strike&gt;horrible,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;dreadful&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;lousy&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;awful,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;hideous&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;terrible&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;cruel&lt;/strike&gt;, Heartbreaking…… I walked through that security line and just felt awful… I had some time until my plane took off so I went and sat in the bar and stared out that window and just cried. I am not kidding you I cried that entire flight to Denver! I think the folks on the plane thought I was nuts, the flight attendant brought me napkins LOL. I literally felt the heartache of leaving my love behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have never-felt-like-this-before….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7940752362223454661?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7940752362223454661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7940752362223454661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7940752362223454661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7940752362223454661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-trip-to-ok.html' title='My trip to OK'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8098012545437430855</id><published>2010-05-09T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:37:02.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>28 days seemed like an eternity and then before I knew it, it was 1 day away. I found myself completely out of sorts. I went to work and God love my coworkers because they were able to keep me squared away for 4 hours. Luckily I had someone cover the rest of my shift so I could go to my parents for dinner and home to pack. The plan was to be home and in bed by 8pm... Well hmmm sometimes plans don't turn out the way I want them too... Of course I had a great dinner with my family and of course I got the "talk" from my dad.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left and went to Target, because I needed a phone charger to take with me. Oh geez bad idea.... Before long I was pacing the isles of Target and sweating, literally sweating buckets and my mouth became dry and I couldn't talk or text LOL Oklahoma text me and I just ignored it because I didn't want to talk to anyone... In hindsight that was a bad idea, I should have called the bestie so she could talk me out of there LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Oklahoma finally called me on my way home and he set my mind at ease, well at least for the time being.... I was home by about 930 and began packing.... I was in bed by 11 and was anxiously awaiting the alarm to go off at 0230!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second that alarm went off I literally jumped out of bed and was ready to get in the shower!! I woke up with a complete sense of peace, I didn't have a single concern or worry about going. Once at the airport I was on the plane waiting to take off.... The strangest thing happened, I literally sat there and every single moment that had transpired the previous 28 days flashed through my mind.&amp;nbsp; Every phone conversation, every text, every facebook message..... Then suddenly I was just ready to be there with hm. I arrived in Denver and he called me, we chatted for a bit and then I was on the plane again headed to Wichita... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy smokes flat land! What the heck! Luckily the man next to me was able to explain to me about their flat lands and their farms etc. But wow.... So I get off the plane at this tiny itty bitty airport....... The man who sat next to me walked me all the way to baggage, (Ummmm like I was going to get lost in that tiny airport?) That's when I saw him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma was there.... Ahhhh just like I remembered my sweet boy... So we greeted each other with a hug hello and I met his mom. It felt surreal to be there and to be able to actually touch him, to feel him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first day in OK with him was good, I got the grand tour of Newkirk and Ponca City!!!&amp;nbsp;We went up to the Walmart and bought a few things and then came home and I cooked us dinner, his sister came over that night and we all just hung out for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I woke up and went on my run, It is so beautiful here, nothing at all like I expected!! It is so green and so many trees!! It was a great run, the weather was nice and cool. Later we went to a store that had an ENTIRE natural food section.. I was in heaven, they even had organic produce! Yup, totally the things that get me excited! That night we cooked out at his sisters house and then we went to the figure 8 car races. Wait until I post those pictures! But it was fun, something I have never done before, but fun! Oh yeah, and his 2 older kids were there so I got to meet them, and I think it was better that it was impromptu because I didn't have a chance to worry about the big meeting... They were nice to me so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (today) was a lazy day around the house, which was great!!! We just watched TV and spent time together. It stormed a titch, which was nice! Oh, and we went to Braum's and got ice cream and I took a few pictures of the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll post more when I have time, and I'll include pictures too..... 2 more days left here.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8098012545437430855?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8098012545437430855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8098012545437430855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8098012545437430855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8098012545437430855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/oklahoma_09.html' title='Oklahoma'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8212138771179096908</id><published>2010-05-04T01:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:43:48.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma……</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S9-_fgHyW_I/AAAAAAAABMY/7FyCOQ1wohg/s1600-h/oklahoma%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="oklahoma" border="0" height="156" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S9-_fz5frKI/AAAAAAAABMc/K9x-3EuwFUs/oklahoma_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="oklahoma" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Yup there is Oklahoma, it’s 1066 miles away from where I live…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I suppose it’s time to bring you up to speed about Oklahoma! So back to the Sunday of Easter, I received a FB friend request from Oklahoma. WOW I thought I haven’t seen him since September of&amp;nbsp; 1997! Yes, I did just say 1997! I know that was a &lt;strike&gt;long time ago&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; over a decade ago! So I waited until Monday when I had time and we exchanged a few pleasantries via facebook email. He sent me his phone number and said “If I’m not on here later text me” I was getting ready to go meet a friend for dinner and so I though “hmmmm should I do this or not, because I know where this will go” I went about getting ready and then I decided to send the text.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“So you’ve looked for me before huh? Why?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Yes I know weirdo, why was that my opening text? But he replies with &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ I have never forgotten you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hook line and sinker… Well we continued to text throughout my ENTIRE dinner (I know totally rude, have I no manners) Before long we had text from 5pm until 10pm and it was time to get some sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;We picked up with the texting the next day and low and behold by afternoon my phone was ringing, he had called me! We talked for 2 hours! He called me later that night and we talked another hour and a half!! There was so much to say to this person I hadn’t seen in over a decade, there was so many funny stories he had to share, there were some phone calls that I felt could have lasted forever and I never would have gotten tired of him or the sound of his voice or the sweet little way he’d say “&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” with his precious Oklahoma accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;By that Friday we decided we needed to see each other! Yes, I said by that Friday, 5 days later we knew we wanted to see each other in person and see where this was headed. By that evening it was official I was booked on a flight to Oklahoma…. There was only one problem…. It was not for 4 more weeks, we had to wait 28 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/157/377B21A70D7AFD2DDDF2E103850BD4DF.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8212138771179096908?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8212138771179096908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8212138771179096908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8212138771179096908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8212138771179096908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/05/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma……'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S9-_fz5frKI/AAAAAAAABMc/K9x-3EuwFUs/s72-c/oklahoma_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6225665021767666049</id><published>2010-04-26T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:32:17.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s been awhile…. a long while</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well I am not sure where to begin….. I started dating “The Banker” the end of January. He was a very very nice man. We had some great dates. The type of dates that you see on the bachelor! They would start out at a baseball game, then we’d drive to Scottsdale for lunch, then we drove to Tempe Town Lake for a movie, then we went to Old Town Scottsdale and had cocktails…. They were always fun like that. It was hard to read where things were going. He would hug me hello and goodbye but NEVER kissed me. In the early stages I thought that was fine however after awhile I began to wonder, are we just friends that are hanging out on the weekends?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I started to think he just had great morals and values and that he respected me and didn’t want to seem too pushy. Well there was only so much of that I could take!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So his birthday was approaching and if you know anything about the way us girls grew up, birthdays are a HUGE deal in our house, we typically celebrate “birthday week” So I made sure to send “The Banker” messages each day regarding his birthday week. So something along the lines of “this was the number one song in 1977, etc etc” He loved it. We celebrated his birthday on Saturday, April 3rd. I arrived at his home and gave him his gift. I went and picked up those lemon cookies from Paradise Bakery he had mentioned once in email that were his favorite, and I made him a birthday card book. Inside the book was interesting facts about his birthday, as well as 2 options to choose from for his birthday, we could go on the Apache Trail and drive to all the lakes and have lunch or we could go to Dave and Busters and watch the final 4, play games and see a movie. He picked the day trip, we had a nice time we had a great dinner afterwards and went to see a movie and then at the end of the date I got a HUG and I left.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That next morning I was sitting in church and I just laid it all out there before God. I needed a sign, I plead with God, to give me a sign, to lead me to the person I was supposed to be with. After church I went to work. When I was sitting at work my phone chimed, I had mail. An email had arrived from Oklahoma!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6225665021767666049?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6225665021767666049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6225665021767666049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6225665021767666049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6225665021767666049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-awhile-long-while.html' title='It’s been awhile…. a long while'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1961954444008639555</id><published>2010-02-13T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:09:09.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I had the most intense vivid dream last night..... I didn't wake up remembering it though.. I had been awake a few hours and then I remembered it!! It was incredible though... Someone who I've really needed forgiveness from for about 8 years now, sat me down in my dream and we had a lengthy discussion and I was able to explain myself and then I was granted forgiveness. What a relief I felt when I recalled the dream.... I truly believe it was God at work. God knows our internal struggles, even if we don't verbalize them out loud. Now, I feel as though that something that had been holding me back has freed me.&amp;nbsp; I've been forgiven by that person, but more importantly I realized that God forgave me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The past 2 weeks I have been eating better, I cut out all junk and eating primarily clean. I read the Skinny Bitch book, which I now carry with me in my handbag because It's my new food bible to live by LOL... However the past week in particular I have had no meat. I have in fact had limit animal products. I have had 3 pieces of cheese and 1 egg in the past week. WELL let me tell you I feel amazing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It is hard to introduce a new lifestyle to others because it comes with&amp;nbsp; a lot of questions!! I'm not a crazed PETA member, although I am now a PETA member because I can't stand the thought of the harm that is done to animals including fish!!! MORE importantly though, is the amount of antibiotics and pesticides that are pumped into these animals to keep them healthy enough to murder&amp;nbsp; for our meals. It really got me thinking about the illness we experience, so many of them are linked to the toxins we are pumping into our bodies!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have been reading the bible since Christmas, it's my goal to complete it this year. Anyhow, in the bible they kill their own meat for meals. In the bible, they rarely speak of illness, and most of them lived over 100 years!!! Perhaps there is a reason that people lived longer back then... Their meat wasn't exposed to pesticides and antibiotics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I don't begrudge anyone who want's to eat meat, I do however challenge you to make smart choices to be aware where your meat is coming from and what your meat was fed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S3ZOFak7rtI/AAAAAAAABKA/ZeZFaRiduVw/s1600-h/634016231718969650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S3ZOFak7rtI/AAAAAAAABKA/ZeZFaRiduVw/s320/634016231718969650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1961954444008639555?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1961954444008639555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1961954444008639555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1961954444008639555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1961954444008639555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-in-review.html' title='Week in review'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S3ZOFak7rtI/AAAAAAAABKA/ZeZFaRiduVw/s72-c/634016231718969650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-420906200231917804</id><published>2010-02-09T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:13:58.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outraged by this news story!</title><content type='html'>I watched this on the news last night and it really bothered me for a few reasons: Click the link below and read the story, then I will continue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kpho.com/health/22468987/detail.html"&gt;http://www.kpho.com/health/22468987/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a direct quote from the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Back in 1981, the company that made Glycol Ether, Union Carbide, issued a warning about possible miscarriages and birth defects. In 1982, the California Department of Health Services issued a Hazard Alert that said the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;chemical caused birth defects in test animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Even the Semiconductor Industry Association issued a warning in 1982. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;More warnings came out in 1987, 1989, and 1993. But experts tell us they believe the chemical was still used in the chip-making process well into the 1990s.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this company knew that the chemical caused birth defects in animals and still allowed people of childbearing age to work there! It just blows my mind! I hope they have to pay out millions upon millions of dollars to these poor families!! The second thing that really chapped my hide was the animals! I am absolutely against testing on animals and this story is an example why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These poor helpless animals were tested on, and had little baby animals with birth defects and what for? The humans didn't heed the warning!! So it was pointless!! JMJ (Jesus Mary &amp;amp; Joseph) Where is the logic in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of research on animal cruelty lately and it sickens me to see and hear what is done to animals. I seriously sit there staring at the screen in disbelief and disgust, and it makes me want to burst out crying&amp;nbsp;because animals are treated so badly. With this being said, I haven't converted to becoming a strict vegan, however I have definitely changed the way I view animals. I won't eat real eggs anymore now that I see how the hens are treated in wire cages, and besides real eggs are bad for you. There are so many alternatives to eating meat that are healthy alternatives. I have however made the commitment to make some serious lifestyle changes based on what I saw on those links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to click on these links and see the reality of what is happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veganoutreach.org/whyvegan/behindthewalls.html"&gt;http://www.veganoutreach.org/whyvegan/behindthewalls.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalsuffering.com/animal-cruelty.php"&gt;http://www.animalsuffering.com/animal-cruelty.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meat.org/"&gt;http://www.meat.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-420906200231917804?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/420906200231917804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=420906200231917804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/420906200231917804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/420906200231917804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/02/outraged-by-this-news-story.html' title='Outraged by this news story!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8956339689577694685</id><published>2010-01-12T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:45:52.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, I post pictures of my pets! Lame I know ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the girls on Christmas, can you guess which dog was pouting and not happy? And then there is Ms. Emma Baffert, seriously is she posing in her dress with her hair bow? Of course, anything to show up Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xuRYxGqHI/AAAAAAAABJw/zREPmITtgqE/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xuRYxGqHI/AAAAAAAABJw/zREPmITtgqE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xuSTHmEhI/AAAAAAAABJ4/s64jwbSF0YY/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xuSTHmEhI/AAAAAAAABJ4/s64jwbSF0YY/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, here is Bella pouting on the top of the couch, it's no secret she is not a fan of Ms. Emma Baffert, she just can't keep up with her energy level LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xthKgfw6I/AAAAAAAABJo/vG0tVDzyLO8/s1600-h/_Device+Memory_home_user_pictures_IMG00145-20100109-2329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xthKgfw6I/AAAAAAAABJo/vG0tVDzyLO8/s320/_Device+Memory_home_user_pictures_IMG00145-20100109-2329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, she is ridiculously cute, because she is a true blue Elias, she LOVES her sleep. Funny, though when I was a kid I used to HATE it when my mom would take her daily nap, even though it was about 20 minutes long, I still would get annoyed, like I wanted her there by my side LOL well, this little pup and her mama's (my sister) can and do sleep all day long sometimes! I just love my sleepy Bells!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8956339689577694685?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8956339689577694685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8956339689577694685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8956339689577694685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8956339689577694685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/01/yup-i-post-pictures-of-my-pets-lame-i.html' title='Yup, I post pictures of my pets! Lame I know ;)'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0xuRYxGqHI/AAAAAAAABJw/zREPmITtgqE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5505248100872334865</id><published>2010-01-12T06:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:35:38.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obey and Trust</title><content type='html'>My resolutions for the New Year weren't really resolutions; they were lifestyle changes, lifestyle choices. So I have been praying on them for a while now. Well wouldn't you know that one day I was telling my mom "Come time of the wedding, I will have my mind made up and decide what I'm going to do about my career" Within a few days of praying on things, and asking God to guide me. I was pointed in the direction God intended for me. I just love that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have been learning through my new bible study is that sometimes we are called to do things that are uncomfortable, unfamiliar or just plain awkward. Well guess what? Guess who is there to carry you the entire way? Yup, you guessed it! God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a passage from my reflective piece of the bible. I can't get over how every time I do a reading it runs so parallel to my life.... Again, another one of those God moments. I tell you, he has me chuckling all day long now, as I see him ever so present in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and obey- these two words go together like coffee and cream. Yet every day we face difficult situations that seem to defy simple solutions. As women, myriad difficult choices face us-the right course of care for a sick child, moving from everything familiar for a new opportunity, following God's leading even when the outcome is hazy, even when the right choice frightens us. You may toss and turn for nights without finding peace in your choice. The right choice is often the hard choice, but not always. How do we determine the right choice? Obey the guidance you find in God's Word, earnestly pray and seek trusted counsel, then trust God with the outcome. Will you have it your way or God's way? First trust in God to have your best interest at heart, and then trust him to lead you to the right choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5505248100872334865?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5505248100872334865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5505248100872334865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5505248100872334865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5505248100872334865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/01/obey-and-trust.html' title='Obey and Trust'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7866940647196969697</id><published>2010-01-11T17:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:01:31.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is getting closer and closer!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This weekend the bridesmaids got together to finalize, shoes, hair,makeup and the bachelorette party. Then we did a crafting activity (because you know I love to craft) Well we decided that after the ceremony instead of us running around barefoot at the reception while dancing etc, we would ware flip flops. So each girl got to decorate their flip flops in their own way.. We had a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utwoBq4aI/AAAAAAAABJI/faQUocGFSyw/s1600-h/19139_839165977591_10028508_50014747_1407820_n%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="19139_839165977591_10028508_50014747_1407820_n" border="0" alt="19139_839165977591_10028508_50014747_1407820_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utxMGxFfI/AAAAAAAABJM/yp2c_vH0h9M/19139_839165977591_10028508_50014747_1407820_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utxVh9B7I/AAAAAAAABJQ/-5FcyGPYwXs/s1600-h/19139_839165997551_10028508_50014751_4686442_n%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="19139_839165997551_10028508_50014751_4686442_n" border="0" alt="19139_839165997551_10028508_50014751_4686442_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utxlib9CI/AAAAAAAABJU/h-vML80Vgjo/19139_839165997551_10028508_50014751_4686442_n_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utx_mJUVI/AAAAAAAABJY/Xpzk7cEHnYs/s1600-h/19139_839166007531_10028508_50014752_951714_n%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7866940647196969697?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7866940647196969697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7866940647196969697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7866940647196969697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7866940647196969697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding.html' title='The wedding'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/S0utxMGxFfI/AAAAAAAABJM/yp2c_vH0h9M/s72-c/19139_839165977591_10028508_50014747_1407820_n_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-504037304183884802</id><published>2010-01-02T12:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:37:25.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have so many things to be grateful for in 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have a home&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have a job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My dearest friends survived a car accident that could have been fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Gabe and Adriana can walk and breathe without assistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;The baby wasn't in the car with them when the accident occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have built an amazing friendship this past year with Melissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Through a mothers grief&amp;nbsp; I have formed close friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have met amazing couples through work that I wouldn’t have ever met before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-Wx1qdQKI/AAAAAAAABIg/e4LUiXwbE1U/s1600-h/IMG00087-20091217-1721%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="IMG00087-20091217-1721" border="0" height="109" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WyD_OYzI/AAAAAAAABIk/DLfrWv1Zd5I/IMG00087-20091217-1721_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="IMG00087-20091217-1721" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;A sweet baby was born and named after me in the wake&amp;nbsp; of them losing a baby last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My health has improved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My brother in law didn’t get deployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My brother in law received orders that means my baby sister doesn’t have to leave the state!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My baby sister got&amp;nbsp; engaged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I took some wonderful vacations with my family, memories that will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I developed a deeper relationship with Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Michelle's dad has beaten a poor cancer prognosis and is doing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I got to see Dave Matthews 3 times in one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My sister opened her brand new million dollar Boys &amp;amp; Girls Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WyVe1Y_I/AAAAAAAABIo/n8EoziFytrs/s1600-h/building%20going%20down%20024_thumb%5B2%5D_thumb%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="building going down 024_thumb[2]_thumb[1]" border="0" height="94" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WymMX5XI/AAAAAAAABIs/6k5awrLPESE/building%20going%20down%20024_thumb%5B2%5D_thumb%5B1%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="building going down 024_thumb[2]_thumb[1]" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I spent the entire year single and not wrapped in a toxic relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have been smoke free for 6 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I went back to the basics and stopped spending needless money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I learned how to save money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I developed a good attitude about life and don't allow things to get me down or have a woe is me attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I became a childbirth instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I became an NRP instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I got a job PRN in Globe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WyxPpoqI/AAAAAAAABIw/4mn0CYpUAes/s1600-h/DSC00525%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="DSC00525" border="0" height="128" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WzBSgwRI/AAAAAAAABI0/_0amS2AMH3o/DSC00525_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="DSC00525" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My parents are healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My sisters are healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I got to go on a weekend get away with my older sister and we laughed so hard our sides hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I rekindled my friendship with Rebecca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I have been in touch with a lot of people from my youth via facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;Not getting the flu this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;The drive to Globe, experiencing the leaves turning brilliant colors –the golds, russets, and browns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;That Christ is present in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;That Christ gave his life for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;That God guides me through my work daily to help families in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-Wzi4Ux1I/AAAAAAAABI4/wd4mntD4IBg/s1600-h/05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web" border="0" height="124" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-W0FgUa8I/AAAAAAAABI8/EFu0hIvcRlM/05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="05_08_10---Cross-at-Sunset_web" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I've made some great friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I started working out and eating healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My sister was awarded the top 40 under 40 award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My father was awarded man of the year award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-W0fwmaQI/AAAAAAAABJA/VOtfLe4WZOY/s1600-h/trip%20067_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="trip 067_thumb" border="0" height="118" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-W0i-RwAI/AAAAAAAABJE/CBiCeYvV99k/trip%20067_thumb_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" title="trip 067_thumb" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I got to go on a weekend get away with my older sister and we laughed so hard our sides hurt&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I could go on and on, but&amp;nbsp; Danielle and I are going to run errands and if she comes down the stairs and sees me still in my pajamas I’ll get scolded LOL……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;I can’t wait for this year, my baby sister gets married in 10 weeks, another KRB will be born and it’s another girl!! Perhaps I will have a little niece or nephew this year. I will return to college, I will have a new career endeavor… Stay tuned… Great things to come……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-504037304183884802?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/504037304183884802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=504037304183884802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/504037304183884802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/504037304183884802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2010/01/grateful-for-2009.html' title='Grateful for 2009'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sz-WyD_OYzI/AAAAAAAABIk/DLfrWv1Zd5I/s72-c/IMG00087-20091217-1721_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6741245368996168564</id><published>2009-12-24T04:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:30:42.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Some of my dearest friends were driving to Yuma tonight for Christmas and they were in a very bad car accident. By the grace of God, their baby had already gone down to Yuma with Alba's parents so he wasn't in the car. However Alba's sister Adriana was with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 3 of them were air lifted to Phoenix. Alba is doing well, however her husband (Gabe) and her sister (Adriana) are in need of serious prayers. Please stop and say a prayer for their family especially during this holiday season to have to endure&amp;nbsp;such a tragic accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SzNCY4FQ5tI/AAAAAAAABIY/xuQiTBWpiVE/s1600-h/6013_760638971341_10023255_47146641_6722483_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SzNCY4FQ5tI/AAAAAAAABIY/xuQiTBWpiVE/s320/6013_760638971341_10023255_47146641_6722483_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6741245368996168564?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6741245368996168564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6741245368996168564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6741245368996168564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6741245368996168564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/urgent-prayer-request.html' title='Urgent Prayer Request'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SzNCY4FQ5tI/AAAAAAAABIY/xuQiTBWpiVE/s72-c/6013_760638971341_10023255_47146641_6722483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5507934445147372617</id><published>2009-12-21T11:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:12:45.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sy-sTN5Lj8I/AAAAAAAABII/HLgnreTgkS0/s1600-h/MBSR-20091212185800-1%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="MBSR-20091212185800-1" border="0" alt="MBSR-20091212185800-1" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sy-sTYxsvUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZNjdyRCMEBM/MBSR-20091212185800-1_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5507934445147372617?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5507934445147372617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5507934445147372617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5507934445147372617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5507934445147372617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/shark-reef-at-mandalay-bay.html' title='Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sy-sTYxsvUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZNjdyRCMEBM/s72-c/MBSR-20091212185800-1_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4979645106345573636</id><published>2009-12-18T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:00:37.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wynter Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Syuf6KemkNI/AAAAAAAABHo/FEJbX2XqIaA/s1600-h/IMG00087-20091217-1721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Syuf6KemkNI/AAAAAAAABHo/FEJbX2XqIaA/s400/IMG00087-20091217-1721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;This is Wynter Victoria Guadalupe she was born on November 21, 2009. She is the most precious baby girl ever. I just adore her and love that I get to spend a lot of time with her. Something about loving on a baby makes you feel so good. She has the cutest expressions too, she will smile and make funny faces at the things we are talking about. She went home from the NICU on Wed. December 16th. She is teeny tiny, so it was&amp;nbsp; so much fun to find clothes that fits a person only 4 pounds!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Her mommy and daddy and I&amp;nbsp;met last Thanksgiving. Her baby brother died and I was their nurse. We&amp;nbsp; became close and when&amp;nbsp; they were pregnant with baby Wynter they called me up and said "We need to come see you, we need to talk to you about something." I was a little worried that something was wrong. However when they showed up, they told me they wanted to name her middle name after my middle name. It was so precious and I was so honored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Then one day I was working in triage and I got a call from the PPA office, and they said they were sending in a patient for evaluation, because the baby didn't look so good in the office. Once they said the moms name, I told the nurse, you just tell her I am here waiting for her, and things will be ok. They showed up and we got them admitted, and we really really pushed to have the baby delivered. Well they finally decided to deliver her the next morning. I go the call they were going to&amp;nbsp;do a cesarean section, I got to the hospital and was able to prep her and take her back to the operating room. It was an amazing moment when she came out and we heard her cry!! We took a TON of pictures that day, I will try to get some of them to post because they were just great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I can't wait to watch this baby grow up! I truly have the best job in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4979645106345573636?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4979645106345573636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4979645106345573636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4979645106345573636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4979645106345573636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/wynter-victoria.html' title='Wynter Victoria'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Syuf6KemkNI/AAAAAAAABHo/FEJbX2XqIaA/s72-c/IMG00087-20091217-1721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2250759327434443086</id><published>2009-12-10T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:53:23.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ASU Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Do you know what happens to a man who has all girls? He raises them to enjoy sports… We have had season tickets to the ASU games forever with our Dad…. I had this collage made for his office. It was a crummy season but we had a lot of fun at the games with our Dad!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SyHQQLVq9VI/AAAAAAAABHU/LHMkZxwalGA/s1600-h/untitled%5B21%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="untitled" border="0" alt="untitled" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SyHQQuSVlII/AAAAAAAABHY/W2Dx5Nghkr8/untitled_thumb%5B21%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2250759327434443086?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2250759327434443086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2250759327434443086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2250759327434443086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2250759327434443086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/12/asu-football.html' title='ASU Football'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SyHQQuSVlII/AAAAAAAABHY/W2Dx5Nghkr8/s72-c/untitled_thumb%5B21%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1275162698493295459</id><published>2009-12-08T02:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:19:06.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly, Fly little wing….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;As many of you know, I work as one of the bereavement counselors at work. Over the course of my 3 years I have met amazing people. I have spent time with couples who had the strength of a million men. I have spent time with couples who felt like they had no air left to breathe. I have mourned the loss of their babies with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;These&amp;nbsp; couples then leave the hospital and go on to grieve for their babies. We talk on occasion, we get together again for them to pick up their pictures, and again we part ways. There are occasional phone calls or emails, a card mailed here and there to check up on their grief, to make sure they are taking deep breathes, and speaking their babies names…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Tonight at work there was a candle lighting ceremony for all the babies who have died . The turn out was over whelming, but also unfortunate. It’s unfortunate that we have that many families yearning to hold their babies again some day. Their strength again, amazes me as I listen to them talk about their sweet babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;As I looked around the room, I saw so many couples who I cared for. I looked at those tear stained faces, and I wanted to scream and cry for these couples.&amp;nbsp; Their pain, their loss is unspeakable. These people who were once strangers to me, my heart now aches for them….&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Yet hearing them talk about their treasured pictures and mementos, seeing them moving forward in their grief, it does wonders for me. These precious precious patients and their babies don’t realize how healing they actually are for me. You see as we care for these patients, their loss becomes our loss, their grief becomes our grief. A patient recently said, I don’t know how you do this so often, and I told her, as soon as I walk out of those doors at the end of the night, my heart aches, my tears flow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;So seeing these couples strong, seeing them whether the storm. They give me the strength to come back the next day and take another couple. Many of these couples lives have intertwined with mine now, we have formed great friendships, they have subsequent pregnancies, they have other babies that I get to spend time with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;The other day as I prayed with a couple who’s baby had just died. The grandmother spoke to me, and told me “what you do is more then just your job, this is your ministry.” I will hold onto that for a lifetime, because it was what I needed to hear at the time to continue on for these families and their babies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;For those who weren't there tonight, I want you to know that your sweet babies were in my heart and in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Below is a song that was played tonight at the ceremony….. Before you play it, be sure to scroll down and pause my music player.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:df3da1a3-9164-4be8-a082-0da4ebb44517" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div id="b11bb7e1-2c3c-4c39-a470-272fc0de66f0" style="display: inline; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed height="355" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_2Wjb0QChI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly, fly little wing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly beyond imagining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The softest cloud, the whitest dove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon the wind of heaven's love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past the planets and the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave this lonely world of ours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escape the sorrow and the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And fly again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly, fly precious one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your endless journey has begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take your gentle happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far too beautiful for this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross over to the other shore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is peace forevermore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But hold this mem'ry bittersweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until we meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly, fly do not fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your heart is pure, your soul is free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be on your way, don't wait for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above the universe you'll climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On beyond the hands of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moon will rise, the sun will set&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I won't forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly, fly little wing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly where only angels sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly away, the time is right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go now, find the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1275162698493295459?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1275162698493295459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1275162698493295459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The past few weeks I have had someone on my mind quite a bit. Little things here and there would remind me of my ex, a certain smell, a&amp;nbsp;tv program, etc. I started to have very vivid dreams about him. Usually when I dream about someone, something transpires from it. I.e. I dreamt that someone dies, and they did I dreamt someone was in trouble, and they had been in trouble etc. Well I finally decided that since I had continued to dream about him and think about him, I would send him an email to check if he was doing ok. BUT I told myself I was going to wait 24 hours before doing so. Well on Tuesday night I have a dream that him and I are dating and I have to go to the dentist for dental work (weird I know, I hate the dentist) well I was there for a few hours at the dentist and he left me there to go to the bar.... (Pretty typical in true life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So I woke up thinking hmmm this is getting weird. Well through the grapevine I find out that the day before he had his wisdom teeth removed... Ok weird... Maybe not to you but to me after my dentist dream etc.&amp;nbsp;Keep in mind I was still giving myself 24 hours before doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;On my way to Globe I always do tons of thinking, soul searching, praying etc. It's hard not to do when your driving through such a beautiful place, it's so serene. So I keep praying and waiting for an answer or a sign of what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;On my way home, I turn on the radio and the radio program I was listening to, they had the EXACT same scenario of why I left him. The girl caught him doing something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So there you go, there is my answer..... Every once in awhile we forget the bad things that happen to us, and in this case I had.... I forgot what it felt like to catch him in a web of deceitful lies... Listening to the girl talk on the show reminded me why I left.. And also reminded me why I wasn't sending him an email to say hello..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Boy am I glad I abided by my 24 hour rule!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4917344691174778340?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4917344691174778340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4917344691174778340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4917344691174778340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4917344691174778340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-ramblings.html' title='Random ramblings....'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7112414443246202299</id><published>2009-11-23T17:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:11:30.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is great!! Please do this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1280.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.letssaythanks.com/Home1280.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Please click on the above link, a card will be sent to someone in the military! It's free, so please click on it and click often!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7112414443246202299?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7112414443246202299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7112414443246202299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7112414443246202299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7112414443246202299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-great-please-do-this.html' title='This is great!! Please do this!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7841392556190809903</id><published>2009-11-23T00:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:46:14.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How stunning are these ladies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is my mom and my sister&amp;nbsp;Danielle! They were at the annual Bids for Kids fundraising auction for the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Club! They both look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm half tempted to tell&amp;nbsp;you all&amp;nbsp;how old my mom is because I bet you wouldn't believe it at all!!! But I don't want her to get mad that I told the world LOL ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwouM9Y7c7I/AAAAAAAABGo/Z-9dogvm0yM/s1600/15138_1211737546342_1615865903_535372_7390928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwouM9Y7c7I/AAAAAAAABGo/Z-9dogvm0yM/s640/15138_1211737546342_1615865903_535372_7390928_n.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love you both very much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7841392556190809903?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7841392556190809903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7841392556190809903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7841392556190809903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7841392556190809903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-stunning-are-these-ladies.html' title='How stunning are these ladies?'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwouM9Y7c7I/AAAAAAAABGo/Z-9dogvm0yM/s72-c/15138_1211737546342_1615865903_535372_7390928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7354974929182920923</id><published>2009-11-15T19:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:25:36.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqCTWEiPI/AAAAAAAABGI/CXM3l66MW8g/s1600-h/building%20going%20down%20024_thumb%5B2%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="building going down 024_thumb[2]" border="0" alt="building going down 024_thumb[2]" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqClBj6TI/AAAAAAAABGM/SJQhsZEU1a0/building%20going%20down%20024_thumb%5B2%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;The grand opening of the Chandler Boys and Girls club is tomorrow! It is a beautiful LEED Certified facility, if your not familiar with that you can get more information &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usgbc.org/DisplayPage.aspx?CMSPageID=1988"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;by clicking here,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt; so essentially it’s a “GREEN BUILDING” . We spent some&amp;#160; time on Saturday in the building and it was a lot of fun, I can’t wait to go spend some time there when it is up and running with the kids! We then went and met my parents for&amp;#160; dinner at a restaurant in Chandler called, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elzocalo.com/Zocalo.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;El Zocalo Mexican restaurant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;. It was very good, I have the soup, and it was delicious, as well as their margaritas were divine!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Today I had some errands to run to get the final touches that my sis needed for her grand opening tomorrow, then I was off to do a little shopping. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Kudo’s&amp;#160; to who ever designed the color coded storag&lt;/a&gt;e &lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqCzP6E2I/AAAAAAAABGQ/Vbg_AEhu02U/s1600-h/spacesavers_2077_569642%5B6%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="spacesavers_2077_569642" border="0" alt="spacesavers_2077_569642" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqDEU0x7I/AAAAAAAABGU/6H_m_mZiGJQ/spacesavers_2077_569642_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="120" height="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;totes! I &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;started&amp;#160; buying them around Easter, so we &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;packed up all our Easter stuff in&amp;#160; light pink, well I went today and bought orange ones for our Halloween stuff. Next year it will be so much easier to get to the bins we need! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqDl6RhZI/AAAAAAAABGY/a8bZNBhssyE/s1600-h/TP_MaryJane_Bunny%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqDl6RhZI/AAAAAAAABGc/3u6QEHfhvuI/s1600-h/TP_MaryJane_Bunny%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="TP_MaryJane_Bunny" border="0" alt="TP_MaryJane_Bunny" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqEMxwwCI/AAAAAAAABGg/ukBjQ6g0FRc/TP_MaryJane_Bunny_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="198" height="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt; Whenever I have a little extra cash and I’m at a store that has baby clothes, I always stop to see what clearance preemie items they have. I try to buy a few outfits or blankets for the RTS patients at work. The preemie sizes are usually great for our 32+ week losses. Walmart sometimes has outfits for as little as $1.00 up to $5.00. SO I purchased a boy and girl outfit today, well at the checkout the lady was oooing and ahhhhing at my tiny baby clothes, and wanted to know how old my babies were. I was at a loss for words, because I made the mistake before of telling someone what they were for, and ended up spending 30 minutes listening to a&amp;#160; mom tell me about her loss. Which was fine, but I was in a hurry that day. Anyhow, so if you are ever at a store, and have a little extra cash stop and look for any clearance items for the patients to use, you have no idea how important those precious outfits are to the families in the years to come!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="3"&gt;Have a great&amp;#160; week!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7354974929182920923?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7354974929182920923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7354974929182920923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7354974929182920923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7354974929182920923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SwCqClBj6TI/AAAAAAAABGM/SJQhsZEU1a0/s72-c/building%20going%20down%20024_thumb%5B2%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5324145165757802428</id><published>2009-11-09T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:09:17.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got in to see the Endocrinologist (thyroid specialist) I drove 45 minutes to get to her office, I spent &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$30.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a co-pay, I sat there and filled out a 15 page packet, then was called back to the exam room to wait. The Dr. came in promptly, however she never picked up my 15 page packet of &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;symptoms,&lt;/span&gt; and family history etc. She sat down with her laptop and typed away and asked me a few questions.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've decided I'm not a fan of the new way offices computer chart, and now I know how some patients must feel when they are trying to give birth and someone is clicking away next to them.. That is the&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reason I &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chart at the bedside,&amp;nbsp;I think it is the rudest thing! I digress, back to my story.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So she says "Everything looks good, your dr. is on the right track. She is managing your care nicely".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;SO, I say "what about the labs, the nodules, the constant weight gain, fatigue, heart palpitations, excessive thirst, so on and so on. She said that with my thyroid medication is starting to work, however I will have to work hard at my weight loss etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She finally got up and touched my thyroid and said "Oh yes, there is something noticable sitting here on your thyroid, maybe we do need a scan." I was thinking "No kidding?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So then she discussed a few labs she wants me to do. I have to do a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;2 hour glucose test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow morning&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;BBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; anyone who has had a baby knows how disgusting that is! So after palpation of my thyroid she ordered another batch of tests and wants to see me next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5324145165757802428?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5324145165757802428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5324145165757802428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5324145165757802428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5324145165757802428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/wasted-time.html' title='Wasted time....'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-847799741720189715</id><published>2009-11-09T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:29:57.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ok so here it was I did, I sent an email on facebook because I thought that was a safe bet. I stated the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"I saw on (insert mutual friends name here) site that Hana was sick with myocarditis. You and (fiance name here) must be sick with worry, please know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers at this time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I've heard nothing in return, which is fine, I don't need a reply or any accolades from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;However what I do need is prayers for their daughter, she was diagned with Giant Cell Myocarditis and is on the list for a heart. So please add Hana to your prayer list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for your prayers and for your advice, I feel so much better about sending the note!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-847799741720189715?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/847799741720189715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=847799741720189715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/847799741720189715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/847799741720189715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did.html' title='What I did!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8753229665281787310</id><published>2009-11-05T21:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:59:46.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curly Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOex3DXf6I/AAAAAAAABFw/IOBkS0Z55tM/s1600-h/015%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="015" border="0" height="393" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOeyPYmSlI/AAAAAAAABF0/f1NayrkMKmk/015_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="015" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;So not very many of you know that I have naturally curly hair! I’ve spent the greater part of my life fighting the battle of my curly hair!! For the past 17 years I have dried it straight! I can count on 2 hands how often I have worn it curly in the past 17 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, one day I was watching Regis and Kelly and they showed a woman with curly hair like mine and she got a haircut by a lady named &lt;span style="color: #ff0080;"&gt;Ouidad&lt;/span&gt;, well she had an entire product line out. Well I spent the past 2 months researching the product, customer reviews, and debating back and forth if I was going to do it or not….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;Today was the day, I was sick to my stomach driving to the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; salon in Arizona that does this special haircut and style, I sat there in the waiting area texting my bestie,&amp;nbsp; that I was shaking like a leaf, worried…. Then they made me feel completely at ease, and 2 hours later this is my result! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gorgeous curly hair, it looks like individual ribbons of curl! It is very very soft as well, it isn't a crunchy wet look!&amp;nbsp;The best part about my 2 hour appointment, everything Alberto did to my hair, he had me do it myself, down to showing him the diffusing with with blow dryer, that is why it took 2 hours to cut and style it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;In true life it will take about 15 minutes for me to style it! Before it took 2 hours to do it!!! AND I could never swim at a party with others, there was no quick shower in the middle of the day, etc.. Once I dried my hair straight, I was paranoid about getting it wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: medium;"&gt;Well those days are over!!! Yes, every now and again I will still wear it straight......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOeyg8IW0I/AAAAAAAABF4/O-IPS4WzIMQ/s1600-h/025%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="025" border="0" height="271" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOey4kkRaI/AAAAAAAABF8/y6ZzxaBzn64/025_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="025" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOezPxDOaI/AAAAAAAABGA/fVGMd7EFqjQ/s1600-h/027%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="027" border="0" height="287" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOezVzYJJI/AAAAAAAABGE/eBAe2803pGU/027_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="027" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(This isn’t the best picture as I have no make up on, but tomorrow before my “meeting” I will take some pictures)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8753229665281787310?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8753229665281787310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8753229665281787310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8753229665281787310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8753229665281787310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/curly-hair.html' title='Curly Hair'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SvOeyPYmSlI/AAAAAAAABF0/f1NayrkMKmk/s72-c/015_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4522529411165586324</id><published>2009-11-04T02:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:21:55.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of uncertainty….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Remember a long time ago when I posted this link:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dj.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Well through mutual friends I stumbled upon information that I am not sure what to do with…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You see, The DJ’s fiancé has a daughter, and she is gravely ill. She is so sick, that as I read about her illness and her treatment, I as a nurse knew the prognosis is grim, it’s really heart wrenching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have no idea what to do with this information. You see as I stated in that previous post, he and I saw each other through, life, death, cancer of a loved one, weddings, divorces, etc….. That’s what happens when your friends with someone for over 13 years… So now, I feel lost, do I send him an email telling him how sorry I am and that I am praying for them, or do I do nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4522529411165586324?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4522529411165586324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4522529411165586324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4522529411165586324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4522529411165586324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment-of-uncertainty.html' title='a moment of uncertainty….'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2943344642447855019</id><published>2009-10-28T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:15:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth……</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;\&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sukd0oj10dI/AAAAAAAABFo/G5FrTpyeQ7I/s1600-h/DSC00311%20%282%29%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC00311 (2)" border="0" height="320" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sukd0_1N4GI/AAAAAAAABFs/5N4qx0HmtBo/DSC00311%20%282%29_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="DSC00311 (2)" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Slide show of our pictures below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;embed height="270" src="http://w25.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w25.photobucket.com/albums/c99/BrittneyE/72cc5119.pbw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c99/BrittneyE/?action=view¤t=72cc5119.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2943344642447855019?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2943344642447855019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2943344642447855019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2943344642447855019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2943344642447855019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth……'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sukd0_1N4GI/AAAAAAAABFs/5N4qx0HmtBo/s72-c/DSC00311%20%282%29_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2058409897886923460</id><published>2009-10-26T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:11:50.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boys &amp; Girls club opens Nov. 16 in Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SuYd9hSKO0I/AAAAAAAABFg/FTV3vJw4X2s/s1600-h/PHP4AE20F29BB9EC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SuYd9hSKO0I/AAAAAAAABFg/FTV3vJw4X2s/s320/PHP4AE20F29BB9EC.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;New Boys &amp;amp; Girls club opens Nov. 16 in Chandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Craig Younger - Oct. 23, 2009 11:11 AM&lt;br /&gt;Special for The Republic &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On Nov. 16, the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley and Chandler will officially dedicate the new 32,000-square-foot club that will help serve the recreational needs of Chandler youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facility for the Chandler Compadre branch of the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley is at 300 E. Chandler Blvd. It includes two gymnasiums, meeting rooms, multipurpose rooms, teen center, game room, arts room, office space and shared space for other non-profit groups and the world's largest Intel Computer Clubhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration is open to the public and begins at 5 p.m. A dedication ceremony will feature Chandler Mayor Boyd W. Dunn, representatives of the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley and the Chandler Compadres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities, which will include entertainment presented by members of the club, tours of the facility, and food and beverages, conclude by 8 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Compadre branch has been at its current location since 1983. The site was home to Seton Catholic High School from 1953 to 1983. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunn said the new club "is the culmination of years of hard work and the fulfillment of many promises to the children of Chandler. Every member of the community who has supported this organization over the years, especially those who voted to build this facility, deserve a pat on the back, and I hope they all have an opportunity to visit and see the fruits of their labor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people of Chandler have built the children of their community a facility that exceeds all our hopes and dreams," said Ramon Elias, president and CEO of the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley. "We could not succeed without the support of the city of Chandler and our partners, including the Compadres and Intel. And we are committed to using this facility to continue to build the character of the children in our care and give them the support they need to realize their own dreams." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the city's new Green Building Program, the facility will be certified through the Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) Green Building Rating System.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/community/chandler/articles/2009/10/23/20091023cr-boysgirls1023.html#"&gt;http://www.azcentral.com/community/chandler/articles/2009/10/23/20091023cr-boysgirls1023.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Please click on the link to the article and post a comment about how wonderful this is, or read the comments and comment back to the ignorant man who commented negatively about the club and kids and racist comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2058409897886923460?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2058409897886923460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2058409897886923460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2058409897886923460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2058409897886923460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-boys-girls-club-opens-nov-16-in.html' title='New Boys &amp; Girls club opens Nov. 16 in Chandler'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SuYd9hSKO0I/AAAAAAAABFg/FTV3vJw4X2s/s72-c/PHP4AE20F29BB9EC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5133128307820556903</id><published>2009-10-23T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:31:31.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex in the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new secret obsession...... Since my&amp;nbsp; computer has been broken I have become obsessed with the LIBRARY!! And to take it a step further, reading and listening to books on CD. Yesterday I went to the library 2 times! I know it sounds crazy,&amp;nbsp;but think back to being young when you were in elementary school. Do you remember when your class would go to the library and you'd be able to pick out books. It is such a great feeling!! I love to browse the titles and see what new books are there, are what classics are sitting on the shelves. The library even has a certain classic smell to it!! I just love it!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even Carrie Bradshaw talks about the love of the library! The idea of the book has a whole life of it's own, someone somewhere has had this book before it's sorta cool to think about!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just love it at the library, and I don't understand why anyone would want to BUY a book when you could go check out a book from the library for free!! I've started a new series, the in death series by J.D. Robb aka Nora Roberts. I'm obsessed with reading these books and since last Tuesday, I have now read/listened (depending on what copy the library had available) The first 4 books in the series!!&amp;nbsp; You figure, I just saved $45.00 alone in "renting" these books!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and I have a new secret love of my life, Rourke... I know he's out there somewhere, Irish accent and all......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5133128307820556903?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5133128307820556903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5133128307820556903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5133128307820556903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5133128307820556903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/library.html' title='Library'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1606990723803004144</id><published>2009-10-06T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:28:56.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SsrjpYeIPHI/AAAAAAAABFY/9jmRDLG4FnA/s1600-h/023%5B3%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="023[3]" border="0" alt="023[3]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SsrjpysjznI/AAAAAAAABFc/FFsCwKQ3X4o/023%5B3%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;This is a picture of my father and our family (missing Bethany) after he was awarded the Man of the Year by Fresh Start Women’s Foundation. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wehelpwomen.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;www.wehelpwomen.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;The award was given by the East Valley branch of the organization. They have an East Valley Executive Council who decided that they would like to begin a new award in the East Valley for a Man and Woman of the Year. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;Their criteria included the following:     &lt;br /&gt;1. Resident or business is located in the East Valley      &lt;br /&gt;2. Has significantly contributed to helping women in the East Valley through (minimum of 2 of these criteria must be met):      &lt;br /&gt;a. Demonstrated outstanding leadership and vision;      &lt;br /&gt;b. Introduced new and innovative ways to assist women;      &lt;br /&gt;c. Committed significant volunteer time to a cause that supports women within the last year;      &lt;br /&gt;d. Provided significant monetary investment to FSWF or another cause that supports women;      &lt;br /&gt;e. Served as the spokesperson for helping women;      &lt;br /&gt;f. Instituted policy change through advocacy;      &lt;br /&gt;g. Created collaborative partnerships to accomplish goals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3"&gt;It was a great event and thanks to Angie C. at work, I was able to attend!! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1606990723803004144?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1606990723803004144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1606990723803004144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1606990723803004144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1606990723803004144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-of-year.html' title='Man of the year'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SsrjpysjznI/AAAAAAAABFc/FFsCwKQ3X4o/s72-c/023%5B3%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-5090354601318807412</id><published>2009-09-30T01:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:41:19.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;OMG so I am looking up midwives in Arizona and on this website someone wrote a book and listed 101 reasons not to have a baby at a hospital, well I have to share some of the reasons with you because they totally make me laugh out loud!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are just a few of the reasons not to deliver at a hospital!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.spontaneouscreation.org/SC/Appendix%20A.htm" href="http://www.spontaneouscreation.org/SC/Appendix%20A.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;24&lt;/i&gt; You don't like pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;47&lt;/i&gt; You don't want to ride in a car during labor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;57 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your pubic area shaved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;58 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want an enema.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;80 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want to endorse the machinery of holocaust. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;81 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to become a drug addict.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;82 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to become a criminal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;83 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to become violent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;84 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to become a schizophrenic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;85 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to become a victim of child abuse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;86 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your child to commit suicide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;87 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your baby to die from SIDS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;90 &lt;/i&gt;You want to breastfeed your baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;91 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want your breasts to be overdistended.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;92 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want to have a preterm baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;100 &lt;/i&gt;You don't want to eat hospital food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;101 &lt;/i&gt;You'd rather be shopping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-5090354601318807412?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/5090354601318807412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=5090354601318807412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5090354601318807412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/5090354601318807412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-hilarious.html' title='This is hilarious!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3019298962705508428</id><published>2009-09-28T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:59:37.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(don’t forget to go to the bottom and pause my music player so you can hear this song)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:aa1fa416-bf17-43b7-a104-42cd0a8ff72c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2dd93e7f-9da6-4f84-8059-1efbcf470773" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LiUVyApnZSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SsExnLzyitI/AAAAAAAABFQ/fSrpNd5-2kI/video9a983f5abf3f%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2dd93e7f-9da6-4f84-8059-1efbcf470773'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/LiUVyApnZSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/LiUVyApnZSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%"&gt;Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one of my all time favorite songs.... I listen to it a million times a day because who hasn't been there? Wondering if you ever cross someone's mind? But what I love most about this song, is it starts out &amp;quot;picture perfect memories&amp;quot; well the truth is there really aren't picture perfect memories, but somewhere in our minds when the relationship is over, what we remember are perfect memories. We some how forget the bad stuff, how? Why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After I left the Detroit Drink, I had journaled exactly what I was feeling so that I would remember that feeling, the feeling of being completely destroyed after putting all your faith in someone, all your trust, all your love.... But the funny thing is there are still times when I miss the little things that only we shared. There are times were I have to remind myself what he did to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Someone else I'm close to keeps giving their ex a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th chance and I keep wondering why, but then I realize that is the way women are, they forget just how bad it was and remember how good it was. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s sad that we forget the bad stuff…… Perhaps it’s better that way?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3019298962705508428?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3019298962705508428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3019298962705508428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3019298962705508428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3019298962705508428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-perfect-memories.html' title='Picture perfect memories'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SsExnLzyitI/AAAAAAAABFQ/fSrpNd5-2kI/s72-c/video9a983f5abf3f%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8786323364107562197</id><published>2009-09-25T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:55:25.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old blogging site</title><content type='html'>Thursday, 08 November 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for good deliveries!! I had a good night at work last night, we were really busy and I had a happy healthy delivery! I actually enjoyed work last night and I worked with great people.. Well we leave in a week to Michigan! I'm anxious and excited at the same time. I need to start getting things ready so I know what to take and what not. We'll be gone for 8 days, and it will be FREEZING compared to Arizona weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleep has been so so it's still hard to adjust so we'll see what happens... My friend was discharged last week sent home on bed rest. She's doing good and so is that precious baby. They did an ultrasound when she was there, the baby is beautiful I love the new ultrasounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been good with me and Brian, no complaints. We didn't go out on Halloween, we actually both weren't feeling to well so we took a nap and woke up and it was practically time to go back to sleep LOL.. Oh well there is always next year, I was just glad to be there spending time with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASU lost on Saturday :( so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yeah, I guess this is all for my current update, I know that isn't too exciting, Brian and I are here watch Jeff Dunhum, so I will write more tomorrow when I'm alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8786323364107562197?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8786323364107562197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8786323364107562197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8786323364107562197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8786323364107562197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-blogging-site_25.html' title='Old blogging site'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7219437131027536363</id><published>2009-09-25T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:50:32.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another old post from my old blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday, 13 October 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://azbrowneyesrn.xanga.com/621337238/amazed/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Last night was a interesting night! I had a patient that was flown to our hospital from another city, the city is known for it's upperclass people who live differently, let's just say it's a very "plastic city" anyhow she was being flown to us because I was told she was drunk and contracting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Upon admission I was told she was term (36 weeks) after an ultra sound we found out she is really only 29 weeks!! Seriously how do you think your 2 months further then you really are? She was drunk as a skunk! She smelt so bad of alcohol that I was actually gagging when she would breathe on me or talk to me... Now in Arizona the legal blood alcohol limit is 0.0 - 0.8. Well get this, her blood alcohol level was .442 yes, I said .442! Amazing, and of course this was the irst time she has ever drank alcohol before... Right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I signed up for her because I figured, that I deal with people who are detoxing all the times at the jail. What I failed to remember was I'm in a different environment. At the jail I have standing orders to medicate the patients that have dt's, at the hospital, it doesn't work that way! She just had to suffer, my goal was to stop her contracting. However she was a maniac up and down out of the bed, trembling, dry mouth, gagging, diarrhea you name it she was doing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Her husband was high as a kite on something too, his pupils were pin point and his eyes were glazed over and red, and he would stumble down the hallway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well of course we live in wonderful Arizona and there is nothing you can do about this situation other then try to educate the family. So when she was complaining about her shaking and what not, I kindly pointed out "If you feel like this how do you think the baby feels?" It was apparent by the fetal strip the kiddo was having issues as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;God help that baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So I had no problem staying up. I worked with a girl from evenings who I really like until 0200. And the "Boys" were on so that was fun. There are 2 brothers that are OR Scrub Tech's (they assist in surgery, so when Dr. says "scalpel" they hand it over etc) So we sat around and chatted it was fun. I didn't leave until after 0700. On the way home I stopped and bought Benadryl. I got home and took 2 and laid down! I slept nonstop until a little after 1400. I'm still tired I think I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;going to lay down again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think I'll take 2 Benadryl tomorrow morning, we'll stick to just 1.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7219437131027536363?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7219437131027536363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7219437131027536363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7219437131027536363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7219437131027536363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-old-post-from-my-old-blog.html' title='Another old post from my old blog'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8228214495332212457</id><published>2009-09-22T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:28:22.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recognition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chandler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Article about my sister and father!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EAST VALLEY Father and daughter Live a life of community service&lt;br /&gt;Boys and Girls Club Leaders Make Lasting Impact on the Community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEMPE, Ariz– September 17, 2009 – Ramon Elias has been a staple in the non-profit community for over 37 years. He has served as the President and CEO of the East Valley Boys and Girls club for 13 of those years. During this time he and his wife, Mima has raised a family of 4 daughters, instilling an attitude of service in all of them. Eldest daughter Mindy Elias has followed in her fathers footsteps, she is the Branch Executive for the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley’s Compadre Branch. Both father and daughter will be honored for their commitment to the community at two separate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Elias has been chosen as one of the Arizona Hispanic Chamber of Commerce’s Top 40 Under 40. The Top 40 Hispanic Leaders Under 40 Luncheon will be held Wednesday, September 23 at the Arizona Biltmore Resort. The Chamber selected the top 40 key Hispanic business and community leaders for making significant contributions to the greater good of the community. These individuals best exemplify the integration of their best practices and support the community by contributing to society in ways that are an inspiration to others and use resources and creativity to enrich our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias, a former club member herself, has taken the reins at the East Valley’s largest Boys and Girls Club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;“My parents instilled a sense of service in all of us, it feels so good to work with these kids everyday and to know I’m making an impact in another person’s life. To be recognized by the Arizona Hispanic Chamber is such an honor it also gives me the opportunity to take some of the kids to the event to show them what other successful Hispanic leaders are doing in their communities”, said Elias. In addition to working in the non-profit sector, Mindy is involved with Arizona Cactus Pine Girl Scouts. She has volunteered with the House of Refuge East, Polytechnic Elementary School and Willis Junior High in Chandler and is a Young Life supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon Elias, President and CEO of the East Valley Boys and Girls Club be honored as Man of the Year by Fresh Start Women’s Resource Center on October 1 at 6:30 p.m. Villa Siena, 890 W. Elliot Rd. Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramon was instrumental in helping Fresh Start Women’s services establish their East Valley presence. The organization is currently using the Gilbert branch of the Boys and Girls club as well as Gilbert Elementary School. The model is working well and could be expanded to include other East Valley Boys and Girls clubs. The Boys and Girls clubs are a natural fit as they are serving youth while Fresh Start Women’s Resource Center serves the mothers of those children as well as other mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ramon is also a lifetime member of the Chandler Compadres. “I am so honored to have been selected by the Fresh Start Women’s Center for their first annual award. I am also very proud of Mindy and her dedication to the youth of Chandler and her recognition from the Arizona Hispanic Chamber of Commerce.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley&lt;br /&gt;The Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley (www.clubzona.org) serves more than 30,000 children and teens annually, and continues to grow to meet the needs of today’s youth, providing a positive place for all kids and teens. Serving members in Apache Junction, Chandler, Gilbert, Guadalupe, Mesa, Tempe, Queen Creek, and the Gila River Indian Community, programs are offered after school and during the summer and provide youth and teens, ages 6 – 18, with fun and educational activities, supervised by professional staff. The organization also runs Mesa Arts Academy, a K-8 charter school. The Boys &amp;amp; Girls Clubs of the East Valley’s annual membership fee is only $20 dollars a year and financial assistance is available. No child is ever turned away if they are unable to pay the fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubzona.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;www.clubzona.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About Fresh Start&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Start is a nonprofit organization dedicated to helping women help themselves. We do that through the work of the Jewell McFarland Lewis-Fresh Start Women’s Resource Center, the first comprehensive Center offering quality services to women seeking self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8228214495332212457?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8228214495332212457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8228214495332212457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8228214495332212457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8228214495332212457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/article-about-my-sister-and-father.html' title='Article about my sister and father!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2052138170261014780</id><published>2009-09-21T02:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:39:37.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srco_18sRYI/AAAAAAAABE4/HnAuAkCKQ1g/s1600-h/medium-20090818034011-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383816956823225730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srco_18sRYI/AAAAAAAABE4/HnAuAkCKQ1g/s320/medium-20090818034011-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well we are just shy of 6 months from the wedding!! The planning has been fun, there is so much that goes into planning a wedding, well that is &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; you want a nice wedding. Of course we have read &lt;strike&gt;hundreds &lt;/strike&gt;MILLIONS of bride magazines and things are coming together beautifully!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well we’ve also watched lots of “Say yes to the dress” episodes! I NEVER could understand WHY anyone would want a dress that was thousands of dollars.. However, now I have an entirely new appreciation for the dresses that cost that much. We had a lovely experience at a swanky bridal gown place in Scottsdale. We had one on one service and the gowns were gorgeous. Then later in the afternoon we decided we’d stop into the local bridal salon that is always advertising bridal gown sales, well after waiting over45 minutes for someone to help us, we were crammed into a small corner to try on dresses along with EVERY other person in Phoenix that day! The difference between a few thousand dollars and a few hundred dollars is AMAZING!!! Remember that commercial, the touch, the feel, the fabric of our lives? LOL That is so true when it comes to the feel of a good gown! Now I no longer judge those who pay a lot of money for a fabulous gown, because now I can’t see purchasing anything less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SrcpLVWNdZI/AAAAAAAABFA/ef2fj_EK2sk/s1600-h/medium-20090818034446-Woptbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383817154230318482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SrcpLVWNdZI/AAAAAAAABFA/ef2fj_EK2sk/s320/medium-20090818034446-Woptbw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well this past weekend we went to a place called Twirl and tried on bridesmaid dresses, it was a fun experience &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(within reason)&lt;/span&gt; Needless to say after trying on over 20 dresses, we found ours for the big event! They will be made and shipped within a few months, how exciting is that, our dresses will be made especially for each one of us! AND it will be a dress I will wear again some day, it is gorgeous! I wish I was allowed to put up a sneak peak to show you all, but I will make you wait the 6 months!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Save the dates just came in this week and the kids will be mailing those out this week!! Once those go out I can post a picture of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s getting more and more exciting as the time draws closer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is the link to the precious couples website: &lt;a href="http://www.zackandbethany.com/"&gt;http://www.zackandbethany.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2052138170261014780?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2052138170261014780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2052138170261014780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2052138170261014780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2052138170261014780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-planning.html' title='Wedding Planning'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srco_18sRYI/AAAAAAAABE4/HnAuAkCKQ1g/s72-c/medium-20090818034011-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2262058574477440872</id><published>2009-09-21T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:43:15.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srcf-TrOoXI/AAAAAAAABEw/M_NkUfQr0EE/s1600-h/DSC00156+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383807034838655346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srcf-TrOoXI/AAAAAAAABEw/M_NkUfQr0EE/s400/DSC00156+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the picture says Jan. 1978, which would make me 4 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2262058574477440872?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2262058574477440872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2262058574477440872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2262058574477440872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2262058574477440872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Srcf-TrOoXI/AAAAAAAABEw/M_NkUfQr0EE/s72-c/DSC00156+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4075928437031070128</id><published>2009-09-11T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:42:11.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abercrombie &amp; Fitch pitches new trashy T-shirts to America's youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-dh5PL6I/AAAAAAAABEo/LA-zOiHea_8/s1600-h/afresearch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380111013138870178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-dh5PL6I/AAAAAAAABEo/LA-zOiHea_8/s200/afresearch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-c-Gn_pI/AAAAAAAABEg/KCDgHWotC7Q/s1600-h/afstreaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380111003531345554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-c-Gn_pI/AAAAAAAABEg/KCDgHWotC7Q/s200/afstreaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-cLYRwlI/AAAAAAAABEY/i28qv2Echz8/s1600-h/afshowthetwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380110989915177554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-cLYRwlI/AAAAAAAABEY/i28qv2Echz8/s200/afshowthetwins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Send an email to Abercrombie and Fitch. Ask them to pull their sexualized shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch (A&amp;amp;F) continues its pattern of pushing pornographic-themed material into mainstream America. Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch (A&amp;amp;F) has just begun offering their "New College" line of T-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first A&amp;amp;F t-shirt pictures a young girl opening her blouse - exposing herself. A&amp;amp;F titles the image: "Show the Twins".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second picture is of a female running nude. A&amp;amp;F titles it: "Female streaking encouraged."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch T-shirt is entitled: "Female Students Wanted for Sexual Research"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch does not merely sell a popular line of clothing – they sell a lifestyle. And because A&amp;amp;F clothing is popular among teens and college kids, the influence of their sex-as-recreation lifestyle is widespread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) and Prevention reports that Sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) remain a major public health challenge in the United States. CDC estimates that approximately 19 million new infections occur each year— almost half of them among young people 15 to 24 years of age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKE ACTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.afa.net/afa/activism/TakeAction.asp?id=358"&gt;Send an email to Abercrombie and Fitch.&lt;/a&gt; Ask them to pull their sexualized shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sending your email, call A&amp;amp;F at 614-283-6500 (press "0" to speak directly to a real person). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND TO THINK WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES WOULD BE SAYING TO SCHOOL CHILDREN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4075928437031070128?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4075928437031070128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4075928437031070128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4075928437031070128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4075928437031070128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/abercrombie-fitch-pitches-new-trashy-t_11.html' title='Abercrombie &amp; Fitch pitches new trashy T-shirts to America&apos;s youth'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn-dh5PL6I/AAAAAAAABEo/LA-zOiHea_8/s72-c/afresearch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3858800247948659451</id><published>2009-09-11T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:27:15.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Romans 8:18  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c56a81c9-cf5a-4a1d-af30-1d0665672416" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="b0b60eb9-3c67-4a4f-9011-0b593dffa321" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=le-TG4sRRiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqn708je3aI/AAAAAAAABEU/eLH_CIJ_T3U/video86ef2ab35bba%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('b0b60eb9-3c67-4a4f-9011-0b593dffa321'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; 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  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:dd7311f4-126b-4a7c-a745-9e7ac3ef2021" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="44c646fd-ec10-427e-bd04-eb05e1872bef" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYSUU_cMzks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqfjCif5hPI/AAAAAAAABEM/25g-2iOTODc/video52184d6ea113%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('44c646fd-ec10-427e-bd04-eb05e1872bef'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zYSUU_cMzks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zYSUU_cMzks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; 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font-size: 130%"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqc_pPBq9cI/AAAAAAAABDo/-RYdeX0kq3Q/s1600-h/031%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="031" border="0" alt="031" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqc_prOm9oI/AAAAAAAABDs/L0Jfc34sayg/031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;On Saturday I received a talking to by my father about the type of men I date, and his take on them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooooohhh&lt;/span&gt; let me tell you how much fun it was having that talk at the age of 32. He of course feels I have never brought home anyone worthy of being in my life. Well I am sure he just feels that way because he is the dad and of course no man will ever be good enough for his girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;However in a matter of just 2 days later I am having a conversation with a few friends at different times, and I am told that I am “PICKY” I was told that perhaps if I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t so picky with the men in my life that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be single. I was also told that I am very intimidating to men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;So my father thinks I date just anyone or anything and my friends who know me very well think I’m picky…. Interesting……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;YES, I have met some pretty great guys in my life, and yes there are 2 that I can now say I should have married when the opportunity presented instead of walking away. However I view marriage as a one time thing. I will get married only 1 time in my life, so I want it to be with the right man. I can’t see myself getting married just for the sake of getting married, I’m not desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;I want to marry the person who is all those things on my God List that I pray for daily. Of course it would help if he liked sports and dogs, ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #804040; font-size: 100%"&gt;wever I’m &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; waiting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;     &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7ceb25ff-d118-44d6-9e86-db79c776af41" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="89093f45-4fec-4464-b429-a1d62ee5a124" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3b2jw1rjBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqdA6jKBbUI/AAAAAAAABD0/e9Xob7Wzkp4/videob211c61ab3db%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('89093f45-4fec-4464-b429-a1d62ee5a124'); 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about my thyroid issue. Well after finding multiple nodules and diagnosing me with hashimoto’s , I went to have my biopsy and as I lay on the table, the radiologist spent what felt like an eternity looking at my thyroid and said “I don’t think it looks worthy of biopsying, I think your ok.” What a sigh of relief that was back then. I truly felt the power of prayer at work that day. Something that was measuring 3cm’s and was causing crummy side effects, had almost diminished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;Well in early August I wasn’t feeling so well so I went to have more lab work. I waited patiently for 22 days for my doctor to call me back with the results. Finally I decided I was calling the lab and getting the results myself. Well boy was that a BAD idea!!! The results were less then desirable. There were 2 things that stood out, the first is a count that  should be &amp;lt;35 and mine registered at over &amp;gt;1000 and the second bad one was the count that is indicative of cancer that should be &amp;lt;45 and mine was reading &amp;gt;650.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;I called my doctor and sat on hold for over 1 hour, I quickly changed physicians and called to make an appointment with the new doctor, after explaining the situation, they agreed to  see me at 0800 the next day! I was VERY impressed by this new  group of physicians. Incidentally I met her while she was in labor, and was impressed with her coping skills so decided I would try her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;Sorry I’m getting off track. Well I only shared this a handful of my friends and my family. Mostly because I was scared. Usually I will just joke about things like this, that is how I cope. But for the first time in my life, I was scared. I just sobbed one night, because I don’t want to be sick, I don’t want to have surgery, I didn’t want to be on someone’s prayer list. (my friend added me to their list, I am now grateful) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;Since that night, I gave it to the Lord, I have left it in his hands. I have prayed and prayed and worshiped through song that this be healed yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;Well now we are back to waiting, we are waiting for lab results and an ultrasound report. I am being referred to an amazing endocrinologist, that comes highly recommended by MANY nurses at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#804040;"&gt;I thought it was time to finally share where I am in my life at this point. I PROMISE I will keep you updated as things transpire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7859734405496840716?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7859734405496840716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7859734405496840716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7859734405496840716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7859734405496840716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6906587358345714975</id><published>2009-09-08T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:30:40.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="TCBOTB" src="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Button-2.png" width="325" height="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqcu2F3v3cI/AAAAAAAABDg/JVwy2VmYn20/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319786741161410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqcu2F3v3cI/AAAAAAAABDg/JVwy2VmYn20/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chicken Asparagus Bake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 boneless chicken breasts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash of paprika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dice asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chicken, asparagus and onions in baking pan, pour broth in pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season with salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle paprika on chicken and broil for 10 minutes, just long enough to give chicken some color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with salad and a fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**A "normal" chicken breast serving is 4 ounces, 1 chicken breast is 2 servings. Also this is a great meal for those on HCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6906587358345714975?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6906587358345714975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6906587358345714975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6906587358345714975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6906587358345714975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/chicken-asparagus-bake-3-boneless.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/Sqcu2F3v3cI/AAAAAAAABDg/JVwy2VmYn20/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-7238821063514265392</id><published>2009-09-08T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:21:01.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Meaning of Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;Labor Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;NOUN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;The first Monday in September, observed as a holiday in the United States and Canada in honor of working people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;Patriotism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;NOUN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;Love of and devotion to one's country&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;As referenced by the US Department of Labor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dol.gov/opa/aboutdol/laborday.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;US DOL website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;So with that being said, why do people try to tie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;patriotism to Labor day? You're not being patriotic by celebrating Labor day, you're not being patriotic for working on labor day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;We celebrated my birthday on Labor Day and when we went to purchase a cake for the party, all the cakes were Red, White and Blue. We were perplexed because WHY, do people ignorantly tie it to a “Patriotic holiday”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Labor&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; celebrated all over the world that resulted from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;labor union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; movement, to celebrate the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;economic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; achievements of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;. The majority of countries celebrate Labor Day on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;May 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;, and it is popularly known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;May Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#804000;"&gt;International Workers' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;, while some celebrate on the first Monday of September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;The celebration of Labor Day has its origins in the eight hour day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt; movement, which advocated eight hours for work, eight hours for recreation, and eight hours for rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;I am all for celebrating America, and Patriotism, especially because of our brother, who’s a Marine that fought for OUR country in a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it makes us look very ignorant that we tie this holiday to patriotism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#804000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-7238821063514265392?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/7238821063514265392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=7238821063514265392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7238821063514265392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/7238821063514265392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-meaning-of-labor-day.html' title='True Meaning of Labor Day'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8404589105076040277</id><published>2009-09-07T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:29:33.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 12 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, So I figured I should tell you a little bit more about me. I am 30, I am a Labor and Delivery Nurse in a Level 3 facility, so we care for moms/babies as young as 24 weeks gestation! This job has changed my life, and my outlook on many many things. Watching a family long for a baby will really change your view on certain issues. I also work part time at the Maricopa County Jails, as a Psych nurse, I love Psych nursing, it is great, and it has also helped me to learn mental illness is a disease just like cancer, diabetes, and alcoholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an amazing family, my parents are still together, I have 3 sisters, one who lives 734 miles to be exact, away from us! My younger sister and I just drove to San Jose to visit her last week! It was a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go to ASU to pursue my degree further. I would like to be a Womens Health Nurse Practitioner someday. I have a boyfriend named Brian, we have been together for only 6 months. We have ups and downs... We are very different and yet sometimes exactly the same. Sometimes we want the same thing out of life and others we want the opposite. It's hard to know where things are moment to moment.. I know that sounds negative but it's not as negative as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the intent of this Xanga will be to share about work, I have a job that has no out, no way to vent etc. and there are some days that you need to share what you can to help stabilize yourself. Below is a poem, perhaps it will give you a look into my world of nursing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Will You Take?&lt;br /&gt;By Karen Roush, MSN, FNP, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you take the newborn's cries,&lt;br /&gt;the toddler giggling though tears?&lt;br /&gt;All the curses thrown through&lt;br /&gt;whiskeyed breath, the blood spots&lt;br /&gt;on your clothes? The coffee breaks&lt;br /&gt;you never took, the end-of-shift reports?&lt;br /&gt;The egos and the maniacs, the stat&lt;br /&gt;requests, the orders left, the monitors&lt;br /&gt;going off across the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the husband's gesture,&lt;br /&gt;reaching for her hand, when he's told&lt;br /&gt;that after loving her 47 years,&lt;br /&gt;his wife will never recognize him,&lt;br /&gt;nor remember their children's names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the toddler&lt;br /&gt;with the iron branded on his back,&lt;br /&gt;its blistered rows of steam holes&lt;br /&gt;weeping through the gauze?&lt;br /&gt;Will you take his screams of "Mama"&lt;br /&gt;when the police remove her from the room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must take the first Code Red,&lt;br /&gt;the run through the halls,&lt;br /&gt;people stepping back&lt;br /&gt;to press against the walls.&lt;br /&gt;The crack of ribs,&lt;br /&gt;the litany&lt;br /&gt;of atropine and epi,&lt;br /&gt;the lungs pushing against the Ambu bag,&lt;br /&gt;the heart leaping&lt;br /&gt;against your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the woman with the flawless face;&lt;br /&gt;you can't leave her behind. The way&lt;br /&gt;she applied her makeup, perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;only hours after surgery&lt;br /&gt;that took both her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the nine-month-old&lt;br /&gt;with yellow skin, waiting for the liver.&lt;br /&gt;Or how beautiful snow is when seen&lt;br /&gt;from windows of the ICU&lt;br /&gt;on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the words you found,&lt;br /&gt;that first day on the floor, when the doc&lt;br /&gt;pronounced-There's nothing more to do-&lt;br /&gt;then promptly left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Take one last look now back down that hall.&lt;br /&gt;Your shift is done and others wait to take report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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I signed into an old Xanga account and realized I used to blog somewhere else... I blogged a lot actually... A lot about my relationship with The Detroit Drunk! I started to delete the entries, then I decided I was going to post some of them here, WOW what a different place I was in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday, 12 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a year of being intrigued by someone else's xanga, and a little nudging from my sister I figured I would start my own xanga. Sure my life may not be action packed, with interesting things people are dying to read, but I have some interesting encounters in my line of work and sometimes it would be good to share with others. So we'll see how this turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be my 2nd shift on the night shift. I worked my first over night pm Wed. it was a piece of cake, mostly because Jami was there. She is 90% of the reason I am on nights, we were on evenings together and then decided we'd go to nights together! Well it is so much nicer working with a friend that will watch your strip for you, ask you if you need help, or offer to grab you a drink when your busy in a room! Steff does all that with me on evenings, so now I'm recruiting her for nights! Anyhow, the greatest part of my night was sitting there being bored, because I had an Antepartum patient (a patient we are trying to keep pregnant) and the 2 big doors click open, and I look up, and it was Brian (my boyfriend) It was maybe 0130 in the morning! He had a transport to the Peds unit so he stopped by to surprise me, and boy was it a surprise! Brian is a Paramedic. So I got off yesterday and was home by 0700, I slept from 0800-1100 and then I was wide awake! I just milled around the house, I cleaned up a bit and I met Heather at Red Fish for happy hour. Went back home and made dinner for Brian and I. He worked a 36 hour so he got off at 1930 and so he stopped over after work and we ate tacos and spanish rice and watched the Diamondbacks lose ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so I slept today until 0930, and now I'm up wide awake, I may get ready and run some errands and then try to nap a little later. I work Friday/Saturday/Sunday! YIKES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2667611038163415542?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667611038163415542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2667611038163415542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2667611038163415542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2667611038163415542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-blogging-site.html' title='Old blogging site'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6692284028630074337</id><published>2009-09-04T00:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:21:38.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nogales'/><title type='text'>Oh heavens……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;I am so behind on blogging….. I missed Thankful Thursdays last week, Memory Monday this week, Trading Tuesday and now it’s time for Thankful Thursday again…………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;Well……… Some day I will get to all of those…. Here is what is new.. We went to Nogales for Meches funeral it was nice, what was really neat to see was all the special need adults that she took care of that were once special needs children. How wonderful that these adults had a better life because she cared for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjII0kALI/AAAAAAAABC8/XwV13wfR31k/s1600-h/trip%20067%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="trip 067" border="0" alt="trip 067" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjImGs29I/AAAAAAAABDA/SH6pPstWWqA/trip%20067_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;I had a great time with my sister, we literally laughed ourselves silly the entire way there and back… I actually can not wait until her and I get to take another road trip together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjJHGAIXI/AAAAAAAABDE/LiMfSjBgcis/s1600-h/trip%20002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="trip 002" border="0" alt="trip 002" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjJivyO1I/AAAAAAAABDI/ve46AHjTDcQ/trip%20002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;It was fun to be there alone with our parents, we never do things the 4 of us, so that was a nice change of pace. Here is a picture of me with my mom and uncle! Isn’t my mom hot? You would never guess she was the mother of a 34 year old now would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjJ5zVzsI/AAAAAAAABDM/R4f-AqrAim0/s1600-h/7116_127656323165_585038165_2346067_2437985_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="7116_127656323165_585038165_2346067_2437985_n" border="0" alt="7116_127656323165_585038165_2346067_2437985_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjKC6_47I/AAAAAAAABDQ/pLLhgYpLm9E/7116_127656323165_585038165_2346067_2437985_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;After our trip I worked a lot of the week. Nothing too exciting though! I had a great week with some great patients though! I love my job, I am so lucky to do what I do! I have met a lot of new friends through my job, friends that started out as patients that are now friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjKTOg_YI/AAAAAAAABDU/cper5TvppKI/s1600-h/1977-09-03%20Peter%20Frampton%20Miami%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="1977-09-03%20Peter%20Frampton%20Miami" border="0" alt="1977-09-03%20Peter%20Frampton%20Miami" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjK5jdhuI/AAAAAAAABDY/lqboG1YgHiw/1977-09-03%20Peter%20Frampton%20Miami_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="167" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;Soo, 32 year ago my mom gave birth to me at the SAME hospital I work at now! How cool is that? Today I spent the day in a NRP instructor course because I’m going to begin teaching NRP! After class my parents and I went out to dinner, we had a nice time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;In just 2 more days, it is ASU Kick off time… That deserves a whole post of it’s own… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="20060825_sdlaws_11" border="0" alt="20060825_sdlaws_11" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjLd9znFI/AAAAAAAABDc/QK_2oVON898/20060825_sdlaws_11_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;Saturday will be spent doing ASU festivities and celebrating my birthday! Then on Monday we are going to celebrate with the rest of the family….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;Can I mention AGAIN how excited I am that it’s almost game time?!?!?! WOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Andalus;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6692284028630074337?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6692284028630074337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6692284028630074337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6692284028630074337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6692284028630074337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-heavens.html' title='Oh heavens……..'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SqCjImGs29I/AAAAAAAABDA/SH6pPstWWqA/s72-c/trip%20067_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3439475545870787542</id><published>2009-08-26T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:51:51.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nogales'/><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpXYTCR3oHI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejWviDoQrCY/s1600-h/3-Nogales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374439551877488754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpXYTCR3oHI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejWviDoQrCY/s400/3-Nogales.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, older sister and I are headed to Nogales for yet another funeral...... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm planning to take pictures this time so people can see what Nogales looks like, because it's a pretty decent place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3439475545870787542?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3439475545870787542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3439475545870787542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3439475545870787542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3439475545870787542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpXYTCR3oHI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejWviDoQrCY/s72-c/3-Nogales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1239734406223939766</id><published>2009-08-26T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:57:01.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading Tuesday on Wed :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="TCBOTB" src=" http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Button-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Recently, I took dessert to  a friends house for dinner. She was always searching for this cake at work, and so I thought I’d make it for her. She and her son have a lot of allergies, so this cake worked out great, because I bought a cake mix that contained no milk! This cake is one of my favorite cakes ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpWTBVQT19I/AAAAAAAABCs/2mMvHcfsbeM/s1600-h/r34273fp%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="r34273fp" border="0" alt="r34273fp" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpWTB2lEsKI/AAAAAAAABCw/uNc29x5wKgQ/r34273fp_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pineapple Upside Down Cake!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1/4 cup butter or margarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1 can (20 oz) pineapple slices in juice, drained, juice reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1 jar (6 oz) maraschino cherries without stems, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;1 box yellow cake mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vegetable oil and eggs called for on cake mix box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Melt the butter in the microwave, poor in the bottom of a 13x9-inch pan. Sprinkle brown sugar evenly on bottom of pan. Arrange pineapple slices on top of brown sugar. Place maraschino cherries inside the rings of the pineapples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Add enough water to reserved pineapple juice to measure the water needed for the cake mix.  Make cake batter as directed on box, pour batter over pineapple and cherries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bake 40 to 45 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Immediately run knife around side of pan to loosen cake. Place heatproof serving plate upside down onto pan; turn plate and pan over. Leave pan over cake 5 minutes so brown sugar topping can drizzle over cake; remove pan. Cool 30 minutes. Serve warm or cool. Store covered in refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1239734406223939766?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1239734406223939766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1239734406223939766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1239734406223939766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1239734406223939766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/trading-tuesday-on-wed.html' title='Trading Tuesday on Wed :)'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpWTB2lEsKI/AAAAAAAABCw/uNc29x5wKgQ/s72-c/r34273fp_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-4424077938948757280</id><published>2009-08-24T02:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:29:04.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Monday'/><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpI_WY_UmDI/AAAAAAAABCk/WGSnN024l1U/s1600-h/0822091945%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="0822091945" border="0" alt="0822091945" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpI_WhhYHfI/AAAAAAAABCo/WMnY3HiV6sE/0822091945_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a picture of Mini D, and our 2 baby cousins! The baby in the carrier is our Godson!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-4424077938948757280?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/4424077938948757280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=4424077938948757280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4424077938948757280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/4424077938948757280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory-monday_24.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SpI_WhhYHfI/AAAAAAAABCo/WMnY3HiV6sE/s72-c/0822091945_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3127817151825738689</id><published>2009-08-20T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:02:18.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qs-yGziI/AAAAAAAABCE/Rr7VMOKhKBs/s1600-h/thankfulthursday%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="thankfulthursday" border="0" alt="thankfulthursday" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qtZmy-1I/AAAAAAAABCI/Lx2osezzj9w/thankfulthursday_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="321" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qt_O2ojI/AAAAAAAABCM/E7UFou9C5lg/s1600-h/hpim00372%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#4c4c4c" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="hpim00372" border="0" alt="hpim00372" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2quI7_u_I/AAAAAAAABCQ/_i1Y8vMWhng/hpim00372_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="91" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This week I am thankful for my mother. I have an amazing mother. I think everyone says that but my mother is unique in many ways.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She knew when she was younger she wanted to be a stay at home mother,it’s in her DNA to be a nurturer and to take care of her babies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Growing up she always packed our lunches, and it would be something wonderful, it was nothing prepackaged! She would include little notes to us in our lunch boxes! She would pack my frozen Hi-C in tin foil, so by lunch time we’d have a delicious slushy treat!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She would make sure at the end of each day we did our homework, and she was always willing to help with our homework, even if it meant drawing a poster for us, (which later won an award! We felt so guilty)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qusDh1FI/AAAAAAAABCU/NXZ50GxfdJc/s1600-h/pink%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#4c4c4c" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="pink" border="0" alt="pink" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qvFWXMLI/AAAAAAAABCY/-_gjhzC4PZA/pink_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="74" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;When we were little she took care of us, one time in a store a lady pushed one of us, and the next thing I know, I hear my mom saying “Listen lady, your rude,” She didn’t allow us to be pushed around by anyone!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She ALWAYS had dinner on the table at the end of the day as well. We ALWAYS sat as a family at the dinner table and ate together and talked!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;During summers, she would plan fun outings for us. We had a reward system, and she had a “little store” where we could buy pencil sets, and fun little trinkets with our “earned” money for our good behavior and helping with chores.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As we got older she was the “Liaison” between us and our dad. When he didn’t understand his teenage daughters, she would “soften” him up for us so he would understand our point of view! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;As we became adults, she became a confidant, a friend, she has become even more then a mother!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This week and always I am thankful for a mother, that is so selfless, she sits vigil at the bedside yet again as a loved one is dying. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;HER 4 girls are wonderful girls because of who SHE is!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qwNU1NAI/AAAAAAAABCc/vFXHcnDCHRw/s1600-h/christmas031%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#4c4c4c" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; 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background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3127817151825738689?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3127817151825738689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3127817151825738689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3127817151825738689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3127817151825738689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-thursdays_20.html' title='Thankful Thursdays!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2qtZmy-1I/AAAAAAAABCI/Lx2osezzj9w/s72-c/thankfulthursday_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-6649257471949143135</id><published>2009-08-20T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:40:32.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trading Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Wayyy behind on trading Tuesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="TCBOTB" src="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Button-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2hOWxA1xI/AAAAAAAABB8/_sukF8y2vbc/s1600-h/IMG00514-20090813-1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372127198524266258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2hOWxA1xI/AAAAAAAABB8/_sukF8y2vbc/s320/IMG00514-20090813-1830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mama's Homemade Chicken Soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 Chicken Breasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Green onions(diced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Medium celery stalks (diced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Carrot (sliced)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 cup corn or corn on the cob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3/4 cups rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Small can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-2 tablespoons &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knorrs&lt;/span&gt; Bouillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salt and Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olive Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 Tablespoon Corn Starch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boil chicken in water, about 1 hour until done. Cool and shred and set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a soup pot, add a little olive oil to coat the bottom of the pan and add &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;onions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celery&lt;/span&gt; and carrots. Saute for a few minutes. Add corn starch, and coat the vegetables. Sprinkle salt and pepper on vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add water to fill 3/4 of the pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bring to a boil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add chicken and tomato sauce. Bring to a boil again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Add rice, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knorrs&lt;/span&gt; bouillon and corn. Bring to a boil again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let it slow boil for about 1/2 hours until rice is cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will need to taste and season &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accordingly&lt;/span&gt; once done, you might need to add more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knorrs&lt;/span&gt; or salt and pepper. Also, if it is too thick, just add more water and more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knorrs&lt;/span&gt; and salt and pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the best soup ever! When I was in HS, a friend made my mom right down the recipe because she wanted to start making it herself. As well as just the other night a friend of our special requested this meal from my mom. This is true comfort food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-6649257471949143135?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/6649257471949143135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=6649257471949143135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6649257471949143135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/6649257471949143135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/wayyy-behind-on-trading-tuesday.html' title='Wayyy behind on trading Tuesday!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/So2hOWxA1xI/AAAAAAAABB8/_sukF8y2vbc/s72-c/IMG00514-20090813-1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1244893803192645788</id><published>2009-08-20T05:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:47:46.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Vent about guys......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#400000;"&gt; just wanted to vent and say how &lt;strike&gt;idiotic &lt;/strike&gt;STUPID &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and that is a strong word in our family, because we’re not allowed to call people stupid)&lt;/span&gt; people are that allow themselves to be controlled by others…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;More so guys that allow their significant others to dictate who they can and can not talk to. I grew up with boys, I have always had better male relationships, because I am more like “one of the guys”, that fun girl to hang out with etc.. (perhaps that’s why I’m single?) Anyhow, I don’t mean to digress……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;There is a guy I knew for YEARS, about 13 years and when he started dating a certain someone she was hell bent on ending our friendship because she didn’t like that he was that close to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;There is another guy who I knew about the same length of time, he lived in another state, we still were very very close, and would talk ALL the time… Well once he started dating this girl (who incidentally looks exactly like me) she didn’t like the friendship either. It was so bad that on the night before our mutual friends wedding when all the “Guys” went out, I of course went with them, well my buddies girl friend “S” flipped out and called him 1 million times… He had to “go home” to the hotel because he wasn’t allowed to be out with all of us if I was there. Ridiculous! Well 3 kids and several years later in their marriage I finally get the call one day “Ummm I can’t talk to you ever again” WOW that caught me by surprise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;Then there is another one who I knew for even longer then the others.. Well HIS wife banned him from having any friends, male or female!!! I kept in contact with a mutual friend from the Marines, and he told me he had to call him while he was at work because his crazy wife wouldn’t allow R to talk to him! I once sent R an email and shortly after his Myspace and Facebook pages became R and J pages instead of just their own individual pages…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;One guy that I used to be close with the last few years, would never tell his main squeeze that he was meeting me for lunch or drinks!! For the fear she’d flip out?!? Who knows but it’s the same thing, I was the “secret” friend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;So your probably thinking, well Miss B, you must be some kind of threat… Nope, not so much, I just have better male relationships, I have fun with guys, I’m just a go camping, drink a beer, hoot and holler at a football game kinda girl, I grew up in a neighborhood of , boys, it’s just how I am hardwired… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;Soooooooo I just don’t get it at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Segoe Print;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1244893803192645788?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1244893803192645788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1244893803192645788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1244893803192645788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1244893803192645788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/vent.html' title='Vent about guys......'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-225641260153581738</id><published>2009-08-18T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:49:31.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating Healhy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet Tips'/><title type='text'>Oprah Show today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm not an Oprah fan AT ALL... I hate her show and how she is a one upper LOL however today I was flipping channels and the subject was eating healthy! Which has been a big thing for me lately. We are trying alternative methods of eating in our house to start being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I think people think if they are not over weight they don't need to worry, about health WRONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some facts from the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who skip breakfast altogether are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;450 percent&lt;/span&gt; more likely to become overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Things like 'multigrain' only means there are different grains used. They may still be refined grains. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Whole grain'&lt;/span&gt; is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It takes about &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;12 exposures&lt;/span&gt; to a taste for kids to finally say, 'You know what, I think that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On average, children consume &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;450 calories&lt;/span&gt; a day from beverages alone—nearly twice as many as 30 years ago. Fruit juices average 120 calories a glass, sodas average 150 calories a can and shakes average about 700 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You need to stop eating &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enriched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Flour &lt;/span&gt;(Enriched) means they took all the good stuff out and put a little back. In 1960, Americans didn't use enriched flour, but today we consume 63 pounds a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop eating white foods.... White foods—including &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bleached flour&lt;/span&gt;. The only white items you should have in your fridge are egg whites, cauliflower and fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Keep in mind—&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;polyunsaturated&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;monounsaturated&lt;/span&gt; fats are good for you and help fight depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;50 percent&lt;/span&gt; of the sugar we eat comes from "fat free" foods like salad dressings and soft drinks. In fact, young women get about half their daily calories from salad dressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;number one&lt;/span&gt; predictor of how long you're going to live is how well you can exercise your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A simple change from 2 percent milk to 1 to skim, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100 calories&lt;/span&gt; a day is over 10 pounds a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are a few ways we have changed our habits in our house:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We now have breakfast daily. We have a protein shake with 1 cup of skim milk and 1 1/2 cups of fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We eat ground turkey instead of red meats, and usually no one knows I made the substitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have healthy snacks that are easy to grab; string cheese, salt free peanuts, fat free yogurt, and lots of fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We are drinking at least 72 ounces of water a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-225641260153581738?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/225641260153581738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=225641260153581738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/225641260153581738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/225641260153581738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/oprah-show-today.html' title='Oprah Show today'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-1116463681146321415</id><published>2009-08-18T04:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:18:35.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does time change things!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SopxJSyZrNI/AAAAAAAABB0/gkYVTWWN58I/s1600-h/kris1%5B1%5D%20%282%29%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="kris1[1] (2)" border="0" alt="kris1[1] (2)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SopxJ4_sl4I/AAAAAAAABB4/uzhpAVl77YM/kris1%5B1%5D%20%282%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12/17/2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a picture of one of the Crawford brothers and I at their house, in Tempe! As you can see we were being silly making Smiles, which are smiley face shaped mashed potatoes at 0316 in the AM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-1116463681146321415?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/1116463681146321415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=1116463681146321415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1116463681146321415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/1116463681146321415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory-monday_18.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SopxJ4_sl4I/AAAAAAAABB4/uzhpAVl77YM/s72-c/kris1%5B1%5D%20%282%29_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-3460250048123624145</id><published>2009-08-17T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:26:25.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; friends who stick by me through good times and bad, and who &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;toss me aside when someone else comes along, and who don't jump to conclusions! I have friends that are truly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about my well being, and are helping me to find part time work. I have some great friends that start my morning off with a text each day to see how I am, I have one friend who I can send lengthy emails to about anything and he's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt;.... You know who you are, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to those of you who are standing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beside&lt;/span&gt; me during these crummy times!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-3460250048123624145?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/3460250048123624145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=3460250048123624145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3460250048123624145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/3460250048123624145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-some-incredible-friends-who.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-2475649684462191727</id><published>2009-08-13T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:19:11.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;So I tried to return to nights to help offset the household finances now that my sister has gone to grad school we aren’t charging her as much to live here. Well working nights was about an extra $800 a month!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;I found someone who wanted to switch to evenings and we proposed the switch to the powers that be and we were denied. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;As a result&amp;#160; I have been looking for part time work. Not just in nursing either, I’ve applied at the Walgreens as well. I wouldn’t mind doing something that is easy, something that isn’t a life or death situation!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;My options are obtain part time work here in Az. or accept a travel assignment out of state and work 3 days out of state and come home and work 4 days here and then 3 there etc etc. I figured if I could do that for 12 weeks I could make roughly 12-15k depending on bonuses etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;I’d prefer to find something part time and stay here.&amp;#160; So if anyone knows of any part time work please let me know!! As I said it doesn’t have to be nursing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#004080" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-2475649684462191727?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475649684462191727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=2475649684462191727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2475649684462191727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/2475649684462191727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-423612758792327653</id><published>2009-08-13T03:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:41:06.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursdays'/><title type='text'>Thankful Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUnTZdmOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/nkM_75ODcUA/s1600-h/thankfulthursday%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="thankfulthursday" border="0" alt="thankfulthursday" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUn7tU_NI/AAAAAAAABBY/_dBT6pfgk98/thankfulthursday_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;So my friend Tracy started doing Thankful Thursdays and so I decided to follow suit! HOWEVER, I have a million things that pop into my head when I think of what I am thankful for. So I decided I would do it week specific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Something I am thankful for this week is for a 30 year plus friendship with someone. My crazy, fun, curly haired friend has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUoZe84AI/AAAAAAAABBc/uw7ZPgsPgB0/s1600-h/party%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="party" border="0" alt="party" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUo3iVmuI/AAAAAAAABBg/I-vs-5gMzso/party_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;When I try to remember things from my past where she was involved, I remember the play she was in, in high school. I remember watching her feed her toddler enzymes in applesauce so she could eat. I remember watching her do CPT treatments on her while she lay on the couch. I remember having a sleep over the night my baby sister was born. I remember visiting her very ill daughter in the hospital. I remember her being strong at her daughters funeral. I remember her welcoming me on my first day at work as a Labor and Delivery nurse! I remember standing beside her as we feared the worst regarding her fathers brain tumor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;She is someone who I truly have been to hell and back with. Someone who I can be honest with and tell her things I’m thinking, no matter how horrible they are and know that she’s not going to call to get me committed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;We can call each other in tears, and end up laughing, we can call each other at weird hours, and text at all hours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;She is someone who people used to have to do a double take at work because if I wore my hair curly or she wore hers straight, watch out we looked like the Bobbsey twins! And ironically we’d always wear the same color scrubs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUpl2hrXI/AAAAAAAABBk/Ouh6sUAF89g/s1600-h/group%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="group" border="0" alt="group" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUp_RT99I/AAAAAAAABBo/l4S-Ap_GyHU/group_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="133" height="77" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;She is someone who I can share my faith with, and my fear of my faith with. She is someone who understands my family dynamics, and the importance of my mother and father. She understands the bond of sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am so thankful for my special friend. She has been there for me tremendously, and the odd thing is, she doesn’t even realize how therapeutic our talks are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;She is the one whose life is in peril right now, and she still manages to lend her shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUqUQCkoI/AAAAAAAABBs/GJYPeXccD2k/s1600-h/HPIM0453-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="HPIM0453-1" border="0" alt="HPIM0453-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUquyK7AI/AAAAAAAABBw/J3I4-sD7FGU/HPIM0453-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A friend is one who strengthens you with prayers, blesses you with love and encourages you with hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino Linotype;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-423612758792327653?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/423612758792327653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=423612758792327653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/423612758792327653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/423612758792327653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-thursdays.html' title='Thankful Thursdays'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoPUn7tU_NI/AAAAAAAABBY/_dBT6pfgk98/s72-c/thankfulthursday_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-569619328752860748</id><published>2009-08-11T03:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:41:24.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trading Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Trading Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="TCBOTB" src="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/Button-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoEwoA3G-TI/AAAAAAAABAs/Pxt7Gt6CUeo/s1600-h/kabobs2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="kabobs2" border="0" alt="kabobs2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoEvbzhI1PI/AAAAAAAABAw/Qx9a50hmcvQ/kabobs2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="224" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fruit Kabob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok this one is a simple SIMPLE recipe, however as I have said before, I know of a few people out there who are novices in the kitchen, so every once and awhile it is nice to throw out some EASY recipes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I made these to take to the BBQ the other night,and they were a hit with everyone especially the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Any fresh fruit of your choice (be cautious of fruit that yellows if out for too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cut up fruit in big chunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Place on bamboo skewers, alternating colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Serve with fruit dip (recipe below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoEvcDEpl2I/AAAAAAAABAk/3Zwddi_mEao/s1600-h/rec_r1_46882v1ec%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto" title="rec_r1_46882v1ec" border="0" alt="rec_r1_46882v1ec" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoEvcbuqXSI/AAAAAAAABAo/qlUjsvHIj38/rec_r1_46882v1ec_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fruit Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok ANOTHER no brainer for fruit dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;1 small tub of cool whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2 containers of strawberry yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mix all together and refrigerate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Serve with fruit skewers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-569619328752860748?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/569619328752860748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=569619328752860748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/569619328752860748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/569619328752860748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/trading-tuesday_11.html' title='Trading Tuesday'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoEvbzhI1PI/AAAAAAAABAw/Qx9a50hmcvQ/s72-c/kabobs2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-8129030583856070008</id><published>2009-08-10T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:36:22.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoBaWHfMD4I/AAAAAAAAA_8/nyEq1A_lEi0/s1600-h/HPIM1799%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="HPIM1799" border="0" alt="HPIM1799" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoBaWm7-EmI/AAAAAAAABAA/84C-dCYQJ5M/HPIM1799_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;Here is a  picture for memory Monday, It’s a little washed out because it’s an actual picture, back when people took pictures and went and got the film developed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;This is Mini D and I at a New Year’s Eve 70’s party! If I remember correctly, Mini D was 18 and I was 22! WOW we were babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-8129030583856070008?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/8129030583856070008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=8129030583856070008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8129030583856070008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/8129030583856070008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7KipJyTLILs/SoBaWm7-EmI/AAAAAAAABAA/84C-dCYQJ5M/s72-c/HPIM1799_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845671322786008897.post-9009965139693982759</id><published>2009-08-09T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:49:04.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No husband, No kids, No friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if any of my single readers out there have felt the shunning of their married friends before? I know A LOT of married with kids people, and there are several times that I don't get invited to do things. My little sister gets the same shunning with her friends, she works as a teacher and they will often talk about taking kids to the zoo or other fun outings and she doesnt get invited to do those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After awhile it gets old to read or hear about friends doing these fun things and not getting invited, ESPECIALLY because all of my friends know how much I like kids, and I must say I am good with them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well...... When recently one of my friends from high school and I have been hanging out and I love that she has no problem inviting me to do things or visit with her AND her family. We had talked about getting together on Saturday for a BBQ earlier in the week. So yesterday I get this call' she invited me to come over around 5 to cook out and hang out with their family. She said "I'm making the dough now for the hamburger buns", I got a kick out of that becuase she is such a little homemaker! So off I went to hang out with her, her husband, and their 3 kids. Whom are just precious and so much fun! She even invited me to bring over Bella (my dog)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well we had a delicious bbq, and hung out talking for a few hours, all of us, even her husband! He is totally comfortable hanging out and talking with us, and we have good conversations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so nice to be welcomed by her family, and I love playing with her babies, and chatting with her teenager!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Reeves family for not shunning me because I don't have a husband or kids! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/170/AC9C2BDC819F18035819377D0C33279A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3845671322786008897-9009965139693982759?l=missbritsy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/feeds/9009965139693982759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3845671322786008897&amp;postID=9009965139693982759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/9009965139693982759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3845671322786008897/posts/default/9009965139693982759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbritsy.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-husband-no-kids-no-friendship.html' title='No husband, No kids, No friendship?'/><author><name>Mrs.Oklahoma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693252451828124634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KipJyTLILs/TP7Jk-a-hII/AAAAAAAABQY/gHmottI6ixw/S220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
