<?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-14505344</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:22.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberryblush</title><subtitle type='html'>Exciting-Hectic-Blessed-Chaotic-Lovely-Blissful-Peaceful-
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THESE ARE THE DAYS OF MY LIFE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114738766198513860</id><published>2006-05-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:48:25.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah yes... I've moved again.  But this time it's for good.  I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strawberryblush.com" target="_blank"&gt; Strawberryblush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-114738766198513860?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114738766198513860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114738766198513860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114738766198513860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114738766198513860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/05/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114117744689693978</id><published>2006-02-28T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:27:40.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW WEBSITE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey - I've moved.  Visit me now at &lt;a href="http://www.mystrawberryblush.com" target="_blank"&gt; MyStrawberryblush.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the new site and oh yea, there's some good news posted there!&lt;/span&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/14505344-114117744689693978?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114117744689693978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114117744689693978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114117744689693978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114117744689693978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-website-hey-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114092908012334897</id><published>2006-02-25T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:48:11.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NEW EXCITING NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/baby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tomorrow is the BIG day! According to my doctors I am in prolonged prodronal labor. Basically I'm contracting without change to the cervix. So tomorrow at 7:30 am they're gonna give it that extra jump start and we should be holding our new baby boy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll update as soon as possible!&lt;/span&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/14505344-114092908012334897?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114092908012334897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114092908012334897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114092908012334897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114092908012334897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-exciting-news-tomorrow-is-big-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114080558568266708</id><published>2006-02-24T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:26:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG FAT BUDDHA BELLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/buddha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I saw one of my doctors yesterday and she said that everything was about the same and it should be happening any time.  In the mean time she wants me to take some sleeping meds so I can sleep more than 15 minutes at a time due to my nice fat Buddha belly.  Seriously it takes me about 3 movements to get from one side to my other side.  It's very much like a beached whale and poor Isaac gets thrown around in the mean time while I try to just get comfortable.  Everyone is being so wonderful though... family is offering to stay and help out, friends want to go to dinner to keep our minds off of things.  We really are blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;It's been 2 nights since I've slept so I picked up my Rx for the sleeping medicine, a box of Island Escape Calgon and my sweet husband is going to take me to lunch and get me some comfort food.  Now I will just try to pass the time and patiently wait for this little guys arrival. &lt;br /&gt;CALGON - Take me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-114080558568266708?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114080558568266708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114080558568266708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114080558568266708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114080558568266708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-fat-buddha-bellyi-saw-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114071117464960626</id><published>2006-02-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:12:54.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Brother's Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Malone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/Malone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Malone2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/Malone2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've mentioned my brother's wife being preggers and due the same time as me but never posted any pics.  Aren't they a sweet family.  They're welcoming a new little girl.&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/14505344-114071117464960626?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114071117464960626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114071117464960626&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114071117464960626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114071117464960626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-brothers-family-ive-mentioned-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114066578130775707</id><published>2006-02-22T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:36:59.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CURRENTLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping a pomegranate, cranberry, raspberry spritzer (my specialty).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wishing  I had another 2 days off of being a nanny to pamper myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happily awaiting Molly - the little girl I nanny because we have missed seeing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anxiously awaiting labor to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoping tomorrow my OB says something more than your cervix hasn't changed and we'll see you in a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Waiting for the kids to finish their baths so I can start mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Praying for patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Enjoying my night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;GOOD NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-114066578130775707?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114066578130775707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114066578130775707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114066578130775707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114066578130775707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114054184584622688</id><published>2006-02-21T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:10:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/posterbutton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/posterbutton.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY CERVIX HAS A LEARNING DISORDER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;want to just get this story out and be done with it.  I'm sure a lot of you heard that I went into labor Sunday night.  Well it's true.  Around 7pm Isaac and I took the kids on a 1 mile walk around the neighborhood.  I began contracting hard 2-3 minutes apart at around 8pm.  I moved positions, took a shower and even consulted with my dad (an OB) before even considering going to the hospital.  After the contractions getting pretty intense we decided to head to labor and delivery where the nurse confirmed I was dilated to 4cm and 70 % effaced and definitely in labor.  I contracted all night long without being able to sleep with no change to my cervix.  No matter what happened nothing would changed.  So after a frustrating night my doc came in and said she'd break my water around lunch time.  But until then she'd like to do a pit drip to just open me up a bit more and drop his head a little farther.  Of course pitocin is soooo scary but I agreed with the thought of an epidural if need be in the back of my mind.  They started the pit drip and guess what??? I stopped all contractions!  All natural labor ceased - completely!  The pit would hardly make me contract at all and they were not painful and no dilation.  With this my doc said she did not feel comfortable breaking my water.  So after 20 hours of this crap we were sent home with all natural labor stopped.  Yes, I'm bummed - severely.  Our family drove 3 1/2 hours to get here and mom even turned around and went all the way home through snow packed mountains.  Last night they gave me a sleeping pill and told me they'd see me back in labor in the evening or today in the office.  Of course I'm not in labor and not much is happening.  Just some cramping and occasional contractions.  So no baby.  I have no clue what that was all about but it's over for now.  And hopefully the next time my body goes into labor my cervix will have gotten over it's learning disability to dilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-114054184584622688?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114054184584622688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114054184584622688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114054184584622688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114054184584622688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-cervix-has-learning-disorder-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114037691355491986</id><published>2006-02-19T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:21:53.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/juggling_mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/juggling_mom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;This picture accurately describes my life. &lt;/span&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/14505344-114037691355491986?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114037691355491986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114037691355491986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114037691355491986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114037691355491986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-picture-accurately-describes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114022518007024671</id><published>2006-02-17T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:13:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;SHOUT OUT FOR ALL COPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/tcf1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/tcf1461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;So why is it firemen get all the glory?  It's an age old question every cop and his family have asked.  My husband sent this  article to me and I agree completely with it.  It makes you think... huh?  I for one love cops (of course who wouldn't love a sexy guy in a uniform, hee hee hee) and am proud to have my hubby be part of such an awesome team of men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I fit neatly into the category where you've placed me. I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure you out. From birth, you teach your children that I'm the boogeyman, if they do anything bad I'll take them away then you're shocked when they identify/associate with my traditional enemy... the criminal! You accuse me of going to easy on criminals - until I catch your kids doing wrong. You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a lazy for having one cup. You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disrupting my meals with your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go mental with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserve. You shout "IDIOT" if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but call it police brutality if I strike back. You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet you are always willing to give me pointers on the law and telling me how to do my job. You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it without batting an eye. You yell that something's got to be done to fight crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me the cop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in the line of duty two months after writing the article......&lt;/span&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/14505344-114022518007024671?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114022518007024671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114022518007024671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114022518007024671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114022518007024671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/shout-out-for-all-cops-so-why-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-114020810559091642</id><published>2006-02-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:28:25.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/unknown.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/unknown.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it's been awhile since I've made an entry.  Tasia had a tummy ache (yes, her pancreas) for the last couple days so I have been at her beck and call.  Of course with a big dose of prayer, some tender loving care and some pain meds, she is back on track.  I love my little girl more than you can imagine and it's so hard to see her go through pain.  But praise God she's feeling a whole lot better now.  Please just all stand in prayer with us that Ta's stint will continue to flow free and not clog and these tummy ache days are behind her.  THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;On another note - I saw my OB yesterday and am 4 cm dilated and according to her I could go anytime now.  She told me she'd see me in one week or up at labor and delivery.  But of course I don't want to get all excited so I'm still planning to be preggers another couple weeks.  But I am packed and ready to go when the time comes.  We are so anxious to meet our new little man.  We'll keep you posted with any new news.&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&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/14505344-114020810559091642?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/114020810559091642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=114020810559091642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114020810559091642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/114020810559091642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-its-been-awhile-since-ive-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113996882036144768</id><published>2006-02-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:04:28.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Currently I'm feeling like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/unknown-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/unknown-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But somehow I think if I did this, it would be frowned upon.&lt;/span&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/14505344-113996882036144768?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113996882036144768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113996882036144768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113996882036144768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113996882036144768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/currently-im-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113993295670893858</id><published>2006-02-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:02:36.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/standout-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/standout-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113993295670893858?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113993295670893858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113993295670893858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113993295670893858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113993295670893858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113985518839348038</id><published>2006-02-13T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T10:31:20.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I LOVE MY VALENTINE!&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a early Valentine's dinner at our favorite restaurant last night since we were sure they would have no more reservations for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently lusting for our wonderful American Cuisine  consisting of :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/valentines-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/valentines-hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maple Mustard New York Strip Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Potato Smashers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;with blue cheese&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blistered asparagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELIGHTFUL!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you my love for the beautiful evening together.&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/14505344-113985518839348038?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113985518839348038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113985518839348038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113985518839348038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113985518839348038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-my-valentine-we-decided-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113984626777033728</id><published>2006-02-13T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T07:58:10.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KINDERGARTEN COP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Last week Hunter was Student Of The Week at school so Isaac went and talked to the kids about police work and safety. When Hunter's teacher asked the kids what they think a policeman's job is, Hunter yelled out, "He takes the drunk people to detox when they drink too much liquor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Isaac--kinder1.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Isaac--kinder1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Tasai_police.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Tasai_police.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Daddy-cop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Daddy-cop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113984626777033728?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113984626777033728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113984626777033728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113984626777033728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113984626777033728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/kindergarten-cop-last-week-hunter-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113962406081353340</id><published>2006-02-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:15:30.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/vbs_clipart_dandg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 245px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/vbs_clipart_dandg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MAY I HIGHLY RECOMMEND...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DAVEY AND GOLIATH!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm so tired of all the trash kid shows on television. From violent japanamation shows to stupid half cat half dog junk. Can you blame a kid for acting up all the time when we're feeding them this trash several hours a day. Not that I don't like some of the shows on television (Spongebob, Jimmy Neutron, avatar and most anything Nick Jr.) but most of them are just plane garbage. That's why we were so happy to find Davey and Goliath available on Netflix now. They are classic claymation like gummby or all our favorite Christmas shows and kids LOVE them. My kids beg to watch them over and over. They are Christian based short episodes that teach godly morals and values (not something we're used to seeing in children's television.) So if you're tired of all the regular junk on TV or you remember these shows from your childhood and just want to be sentimental, give Davey and Goliath a try. "OH DAVEY!"&lt;/span&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/14505344-113962406081353340?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113962406081353340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113962406081353340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113962406081353340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113962406081353340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/may-i-highly-recommend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113953274743891013</id><published>2006-02-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:52:27.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0587.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0587.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END OF MY JOURNEY HAS BEGUN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; As of last week I started my 1 week appointments at my OB - which feels strange that I'm already to that point. This pregnancy has gone by soooo fast this time. My nurse told me that they would like to see me get another 10 days and then I was clear to deliver. Of course I'm not expecting to go that soon just because I don't want to feel disappointed if I don't go early like I have in the past. But I have started dilating and I'm between and 1 and a 2 - whooo exciting huh? The last couple nights I haven't been sleeping well at all because I keep waking up with contractions that make my heart pound and take my breath away. Any of you experience those symptoms while contracting? Anyways, I'm feeling great and enjoying these last few weeks of pregnancy. I'm trying to pamper myself as much as possible now with long baths and naps whenever possible because that will all change when my new little guy arrives - he will be the schedule setter. I guess it will all be over in the next 2-5 weeks. Bitter sweet I tell you. I love being preggers but I so look forward to holding my little man.&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/14505344-113953274743891013?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113953274743891013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113953274743891013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113953274743891013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113953274743891013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-my-journey-has-begun-as-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113950608754393120</id><published>2006-02-09T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:35:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREEDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Braveheart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/Braveheart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never believe it... I'm free! Well not totally but as much as I'd like to be. Our very special family friend, Toots Myers, came over to take Tasia to the park this morning. So Isaac is asleep, Hunter is at school, Molly (whom I nanny) is at nap and Tasia is gone to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOY RAPTURE - I'm FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm dropping everything to take a bath right now... and it's 10:00 a.m..  WHOOO HOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in Braveheart - FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113950608754393120?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113950608754393120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113950608754393120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113950608754393120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113950608754393120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/freedom-youll-never-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113950235591806196</id><published>2006-02-09T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:25:55.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO THIS IS LOVE&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/kiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/kiss.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLISSFULLY MARRIED FOR (almost) 7 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 3, 1999 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;So you all were right... You deserve a cookie or something!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not too terrible that we forgot the date... because we're hopelessly in love - or maybe I should say cluelessly in love. But the fires are still burning hotter and brighter than ever and I'm so blessed to have a beautiful godly marriage!&lt;br /&gt;I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll save the rest of the mush for our actual anniversary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113950235591806196?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113950235591806196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113950235591806196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113950235591806196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113950235591806196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-this-is-love-blissfully-married-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113941961238569732</id><published>2006-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:27:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SEASON OF LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/candyhearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/candyhearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this is the season of love! Everyone is planning some romantic dinner, a dozen roses, a box of candy or maybe just a sentimental valentine. BUT NOT US!!!&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to me and Isaac to forget our Anniversary. Now it hasn't passed... that much we do know. But last night while sitting on the couch talking about the big "V" day we realized that we don't know our Anniversary! Can you believe it? I mean usually this is a big deal to girls and they would skin their man alive if they forgot but we both forgot! And to be honest, I always forget - hee hee. Either way we got a good laugh out of forgetting the most precious day in our lives actual date. Okay so all you Isaac and Jill wedding attenders - what day were we married on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 3, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 4, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course I can just go look in the wedding album under my coffee table but that wouldn't be any fun now would it. I'll post the answer tomorrow (you know after ya'll remind me or I go look in the book :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113941961238569732?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113941961238569732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113941961238569732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113941961238569732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113941961238569732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/season-of-love-so-this-is-season-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113924303304905200</id><published>2006-02-06T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:23:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/SANDWHICH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/SANDWHICH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what do you all eat for lunch? My family is not big sandwhiches eaters and we rarley have leftovers. Which always leaves me with "What in the world do we have for lunch?". Any suggestions?&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/14505344-113924303304905200?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113924303304905200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113924303304905200&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113924303304905200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113924303304905200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/lunch-so-what-do-you-all-eat-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113899428532081506</id><published>2006-02-03T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:12:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; ANALYZE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the craziest dream and I thought I'd leave it to you, my loyal readers, to analyze. I dreamed Isaac started having seizures and I couldn't hold him down. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/people.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/people.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This of course panicked me greatly and the doctors attending Isaac said they were going to have to take the baby right then and there or risk loosing him due to the stress of the situation. I announced to them all that I would be available following my senior prom in which Ricky Schroeder was hosting. Ricky and I proceeded to dance ballroom style all around the cheesy decorated gymnasium as all my friends looked on and laughed. All of this of course with the worry of Isaac and my new baby soon to be delivered on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY ANALYZE THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Ricky%20Schroder%20%28anakin%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Ricky%20Schroder%20%28anakin%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113899428532081506?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113899428532081506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113899428532081506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113899428532081506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113899428532081506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/analyze-this-last-night-i-had-craziest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113898659660165066</id><published>2006-02-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:10:42.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HUNTER &amp; TASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/kidsfaces.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/kidsfaces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Best Friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/kids-%2706.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/kids-%2706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/hunterprogram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/hunterprogram.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Hunter's music program)&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/14505344-113898659660165066?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113898659660165066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113898659660165066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113898659660165066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113898659660165066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/hunter-tasiabest-friends-hunters-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113898006449487318</id><published>2006-02-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:35:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Why do we spend all of our lives rushing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/lonelykeat-rushing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/lonelykeat-rushing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to work, rushing to get our kids to school, rushing to finish that book, rushing to get married, rushing to start a family, rushing to get that promotion, rushing to everywhere in life without ever stopping to think if God meant for us to slow down and actually enjoy the whole process of life. Why do we do that to ourselves? I think that in all actuality it makes for a miserable life. I can't even tell you how many people have made the comment to me, "I bet you can't wait for this pregnancy to be over".&lt;br /&gt;Well not really, I'm enjoying this time. It will be over so quick and I will never again experience what it's like to carry a child inside of me. It's miraculous! Why would I want to rush it all by? And what about this so called "terrible two's" - I really don't know what people are talking about. Yes, kids are a handful at the age of two but that is what they are supposed to be! They're learning and exploring. Can you imagine what we're doing if we're always disciplining our children and seeming angry at them during this stage when they're not truly disobeying (in most cases) they're learning about their world. Instead of us getting all frustrated and complaining to every other person in the grocery store - we should embrace it and help them discover life.&lt;br /&gt;I just get the impression that everyone wants to be done with the old and start something new. What's wrong with the old? Why not embrace what life has to offer now and then enjoy the latest greatest in it's time? I may have a handful ahead of me with a 5 1/2 yr old, 3 1/2 yr old and a newborn but I choose to embrace this time in my life instead of wish it away. I'm sure many elderly people look back on life and wish they would have cherished the hectic times and remembered the silly times and held on to the times that are so quickly passing us all by.&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/14505344-113898006449487318?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113898006449487318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113898006449487318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113898006449487318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113898006449487318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-we-spend-all-of-our-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113881315193304660</id><published>2006-02-01T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:59:11.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ULTRASOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/xander.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/xander.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I had an ultrasound to see if my placenta was in the right place and in fact it was.  We also got a good look at our little man's face and even got to see him sucking.  Oh so sweet! &lt;br /&gt;He weighs 4lbs 14 oz. right now so we're almost to 5lbs. - which is great to hear.  Tasia only weighed 5lbs 4 oz. so he's going to be quite a bit bigger than her.  Hey who knows maybe I'll finally have a baby that weighs over 7lbs. I think they say the baby gains 1 lb. every 2 weeks so if I went to my full due date than he would weigh almost 8lbs!!!  Wow that seems huge to me.  I guess we shall see.&lt;/span&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/14505344-113881315193304660?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113881315193304660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113881315193304660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113881315193304660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113881315193304660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/02/ultrasound-today-i-had-ultrasound-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113876649237785236</id><published>2006-01-31T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:01:32.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapely pictures are below and if you're not into the pregnant figure you might not want to read the post below. There is no nudity at all but it shows my pregnant shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113876649237785236?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113876649237785236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113876649237785236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113876649237785236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113876649237785236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/warning-shapely-pictures-are-below-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113876637764350487</id><published>2006-01-31T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:59:37.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pure agony)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had the bright idea to do a bellycast of my round tummy. It turned out to be a BIG mistake! Wow... what a painful thing to do. You're supposed to lather your skin with vaseline and not only did we do that but we used a whole bottle. Unfortunately it still stuck to various parts of my body (some I'd rather not mention). I literally was yelling at the top of my lungs and crying at the same time. Isaac was so wonderful to be as gentle as he could to remove it, even using apricot oil to try and loosen it. I'm actually tempted to ask for a refund. It's been off for about 30 minutes now and after a hot bath it's still hurting very bad in the places it stuck. It feels very bruised. For all my preggers friends I would not recommend this at all! OUCH! This is not the finished product yet, we still have to sand it and either bronze it or paint it with a bronze paint. I'll be sure a post the finished product for you all. Until then I thought I'd post the pics. I'm so glad we didn't video tape the whole process because I was such a crying mess through out the whole end of the process. I told Isaac if I screamed that much from removing a cast from my sensitive skin what will I be like giving birth this time? Yikes! I've always been a quiet person while in pain but not this time - I was SCREAMING! I'm not sure I deserved this big owie before the GRAND FINALE OWIE.&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you ever tried this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The cast so far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0803.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The fakest smile in the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Some of the damage done.&lt;br /&gt;In reality it was very red and raised but didn't capture well on film.)&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/14505344-113876637764350487?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113876637764350487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113866841088275720</id><published>2006-01-30T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:46:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;BABY SHOWER FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113866841088275720?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113866841088275720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113866841088275720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113866841088275720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113866841088275720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/baby-shower-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113865910359553169</id><published>2006-01-30T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:55:40.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HELLO THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I just got home last night and  I promise an update on everything will be soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Until then... check out Isaac's new website design.  I think it's really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/" target="_blank"&gt; ISAAC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14505344-113865910359553169?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113865910359553169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113865910359553169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113865910359553169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113865910359553169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-there-i-just-got-home-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113830305222736986</id><published>2006-01-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:41:28.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/isaac_cutout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/isaac_cutout.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FROM THE HUSBAND - AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey this is Isaac again. Jill's going back to GJ for the weekend for a bunch of girly-women-stuff and for Rachel's birthday (happy b-day Rach). So Jill asked me to post again today. Instead of boring you with another page of rants again, I thought I'd share a video podcast I made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have iTunes (Mac or PC) and are familiar with Podcasts, you can see the video slightly larger and with better sound by subscribing to my Gallegos Family Update podcast (although it's 20MB and may take a couple minutes to download). The URL to subscribe in iTunes is http://faithheights.com/isaac/gallegosupdate.xml and you can subscribe from the Advanced menu in iTunes. DANG I love Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't figure out how to get the video to stop playing automatically and it's a bit annoying to have it play EVERY time you load the page, so I'll just put this link to the video page of my web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/pics.htm"&gt;CLICK HERE- www.faithheights.com/isaac/pics.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la Pasta&lt;br /&gt;-i-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113830305222736986?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113830305222736986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113830305222736986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113830305222736986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113830305222736986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-husband-again-hey-this-is-isaac.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113823615995186890</id><published>2006-01-25T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:52:57.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;IT'S SNOWING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Silver white winters that melt into springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; These are a few of my favorite things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Isn't the look on Ta's face hilarious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The kids makin' their way outside to play in the first few inches of snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well it's snowing here and when I say snowing, boy do I mean SNOWING! We have about 6 inches so far and according to the locals it's normal to get 12 inches a day here. OH MY GOSH!!! Not to mention that tomorrow I'm leaving for Grand Junction and we have some nice and scary mountain passes to cross. Say a prayer girls! It's a pain, that's for sure - but it is soooo beautiful! I think we're in for it living in the mountains. Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113823615995186890?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113823615995186890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113823615995186890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113823615995186890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113823615995186890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-snowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113815109359090676</id><published>2006-01-24T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:06:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/CDbewild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/CDbewild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm off to Grand Junction for my baby shower. I'm so excited to see all you girls again and all my family. It will be a great time for sure! It will be such a busy busy trip. Grandpa is picking the kids and me up on Thursday so I don't have to drive the scary passes or deal with the stress or discomfort of sitting in the drivers seat for 3 1/2 hours. Then on Friday I'm going to spend some time with Carla, pick up some last minute things around town, get my hair cut and hopefully squeeze in a little Rib City Grill somewhere in the middle of all that. Then early Saturday morning I'm singing a special for our church's women's meeting for a special candle light service and only a few hours after that will be my baby shower (which I'm super excited for) followed by a little girls night celebration in honor my best friend Rachel's 27th Birthday. Can you say chocolate Fondu??? Yummy. Which brings me to my next thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/000_0028.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/000_0028.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, love you, love you and can't wait to see you this weekend! I'm so glad we've become so close over the last few years. And can I say..... Sniff, sniff, sob, sob-&lt;br /&gt;YOU..... COMPLETE..... ME!&lt;br /&gt;We're two of a kind - us and our WOBBLY BITS.  Let's have a BLOODY FUN time this weekend baby!  Love you always.&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;/span&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/14505344-113815109359090676?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113815109359090676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113815109359090676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113815109359090676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113815109359090676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-wait-to-see-girls-im-off-to-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113807925949868813</id><published>2006-01-23T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:08:48.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113807925949868813?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113807925949868813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113807925949868813&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113807925949868813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113807925949868813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113795387075355449</id><published>2006-01-22T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:28:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've Been Tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/000_0034.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/000_0034.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.mammas-place.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; Heidi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Jobs you have had in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Vet Tech/ Surgery Assistant&lt;br /&gt; 2. Nanny&lt;br /&gt; 3. Women's Ministry Leader at &lt;a href="http://www.faithheights.com" target="_blank"&gt; Faith Heights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Motherhood Maternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Movies you would watch over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;  2.Original Willy Wonka&lt;br /&gt;  3.Jurassic Park 1 or 3&lt;br /&gt;  4.Anne of Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Places I have lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Morton, Illinois&lt;br /&gt; 2. Montrose, Colorado&lt;br /&gt; 3. Grand Junction, Colorado&lt;br /&gt; 4. In the Mountains Colorado ( I don't want to tell exactly in case there is  a super freak out there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-tv show you love to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Smallville&lt;br /&gt; 2. A Baby Story&lt;br /&gt; 3. Alias &amp; 24&lt;br /&gt; 4. Reality tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Places you have been on vaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt; 2. St. Thomas Virgin Islands&lt;br /&gt; 3. Washington DC&lt;br /&gt; 4. DISNEY DISNEY DISNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Websites  you visit daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. &lt;a href="http://www.sarahsermons.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; Sermon On The Mount Of Laundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. &lt;a href="http://www.pretendingsanity.com" target="_blank"&gt;Pretending Sanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. &lt;a href="http://www.mammas-place.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Mamma's Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4.&lt;a href="http://www.bridgetcollins.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bridget Beth Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Favorite foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Ravioli&lt;br /&gt; 2. Melon Popsicles - cantalope, honey do and watermelon&lt;br /&gt; 3. Spicey Ramano Chicken&lt;br /&gt; 4. Mashed Potatoes and gravey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-Places you would rather be right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. DISNEY WORLD or LAND&lt;br /&gt; 2. Hot tub&lt;br /&gt; 3. At my Grams&lt;br /&gt; 4. Eating Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-People you tag to complete this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.sarahsermons.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; Sermon On The Mount Of Laundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.bridgetcollins.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Bridget Beth Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.carla-rae.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Carla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.rachelrenee1.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; Rachel C.&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/14505344-113795387075355449?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113795387075355449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113795387075355449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113795387075355449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113795387075355449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-tagged-i-was-tagged-by-heidi.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113788629146452307</id><published>2006-01-21T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:31:31.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONE MORE CRAZY BIRTH STORY&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/signs-of-labor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/signs-of-labor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay this one's pretty wild too... my sister in-law Donna emailed me to let me know how her pregnancy is going. We're due only 2 weeks apart. With her first baby (16 years ago) she had NO REAL LABOR and NO CONTRACTIONS! All she had was 2 hours of some back labor and then the baby was born. What is with these "phenom" moms and their amazing birth stories?  I mean I consider myself to do pretty darn well in the labor field but come on... these stories make me feel like a sissy!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113788629146452307?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113788629146452307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113788629146452307&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113788629146452307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113788629146452307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-more-crazy-birth-story-okay-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113773021682284673</id><published>2006-01-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:10:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/birth-injury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/birth-injury.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIRTH STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you all have any wild and crazy birth stories? I heard the most incredible one this week. My friend Kira just had her baby and was in the recovery room with a woman who came into the hospital because she thought she was really constipated and needed some help. Upon examination she was dilated to a 9... yes a 9 and quickly gave birth. I guess she was plugged up, just in a different way than she thought. Can you imagine if she would have waited any longer to come to the hospital. It would be amazing to be dilated to a 9 and only feel constipated. So what's the wildest birth story you've ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113773021682284673?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113773021682284673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113773021682284673&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113773021682284673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113773021682284673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/birth-story-so-do-you-all-have-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113769343588455307</id><published>2006-01-19T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:58:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Embarrassed To Admit It But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/american_idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/american_idol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have never seen American Idol until this week. I refuse to just jump into the public craze of certain television shows like Sex &amp; The City (which I hate with a passion). But I decided to watch this Tuesday because it was the premier show. I was cracking up non-stop. What a funny show! Some people are so stinking hilarious. They announced they were going to be showing the Denver auditions last night and I missed them. Which bummed me even more because a girl I know from Grand Junction was trying out and they even showed her singing on Jay Leno. Uuuuugggghhh! I'm so bummed I missed it. And now if I can be totally honest... I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt; I WANT TO BE ON AMERICAN IDOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Okay not really but it does look like a whole lot of fun. Our friends always kept telling me I should try out but I just laughed it off. But truly deep down I think it would be a blast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;DON'T TELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14505344-113769343588455307?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113769343588455307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113769343588455307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113769343588455307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113769343588455307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/embarrassed-to-admit-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113761325693286213</id><published>2006-01-18T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:42:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/rain.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; BATTLING THE BUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl I nanny for came down with a nasty flu bug over the weekend. She was sick all day Saturday and Sunday and doing great again on Monday so I agreed to let her come back on Tuesday. You have to understand I'm a germ freak. I hate sickness with a passion above passions. She did really well all yesterday morning and then proceeded to puke all over the place in the afternoon. NASTY! So I have been sanitizing the house and washing all the blankets, sheets and comforters to make sure I'm doing all I can to withstand the germs. I'm even having the kids sleep in our room so Molly can have her own place to rest and recover and I will the scrub everything down and return the kids room to them. Seems over the top I know but I like to avoid sickness at all costs. Well last night Ta' woke up with a fever at about 2 a.m. so I immediately grabbed the fever reducers and a whole lot of prayer. I am happy to announce she's fever free this morning and feeling great. So I said all that to say this...&lt;br /&gt;We tried this new Gatorade we found on sale at Wal-mart called RAIN to keep ourselves all hydrated and you'll never believe what their slogan or description for it is...COOL / CLEAN / CRISP. What? The flavor is lime and it's actually pretty refreshing but after I read that all I could imagine was drinking TIDE. What kind of description is cool, clean and crisp for a drink. Clean? Crisp? Sounds like my laundry. So if you all want to try it Wal-mart is running a super cheap sale on it... I wonder why? Bravo Gatorade you sure hit a home run with that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113761325693286213?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113761325693286213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113761325693286213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113761325693286213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113761325693286213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/battling-bug-little-girl-i-nanny-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113751523940088944</id><published>2006-01-17T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:06:37.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;DEAR FATHER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/sun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/sun1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of your love. You given me grace when I had none and poured out your mercy in my life when I was in the depths of my lowest despair. You gave me beauty for ashes and a crown of forgiveness. My heart is forever yours. You saw a woman who could withstand the grips of death and poured out your healing power in our lives even when we felt the emptiness and lonlienss of watching our child suffer. I will walk by faith for I know your faithfullnes is neverending. You've comforted me in my tribulation that I may be able to comfort those who are also in trouble with the same comfort you have given me. You never left my side and always kept me pushing and striving for your perfect gift of life. You complete my very soul father. Mold me into the woman of God that you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113751523940088944?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113751523940088944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113751523940088944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113751523940088944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113751523940088944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113746561682298468</id><published>2006-01-16T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:38:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH MY GOSH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0674.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;You are not going to believe what happened to me today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Isaac and I were at a little bbq restaurant and here's the conversation with a total stranger that followed. (Sorry the pics aren't very good of me but they hopefully prove a point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUDE LADY:  "Hi, I was wondering if you're having twins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "No I'm not... just one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE LADY:  "Are you kidding?  You have to be having twins or just a really big baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (As I unzipped my hoodie to show her the size of my tummy) "No actually I'm pretty small for being this pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE LADY:  "How far along are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "8 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUDE LADY:  "Oh my gosh, you must be having a GIANT BABY!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;UUUUUUHHHHHHHGGGGGGG! Can you stinking believe that???? How rude? And what the heck is she talking about? I wanted to jump on her and pull her hair out! Okay I'm exaggerating... well no I'm not! I can't get over that. I've never heard of such a rude or absurd comment. I mean if I was big, I still think it would be rude of her to say that, but I get tons of comments about how I'm all baby and belly and that how well I am carrying this pregnancy. I just don't get it. The lady must have never had kids or even seen a preggers woman ever to think that I'm HUGE! UUUHHHGG! I'll admit that I don't look like a size 3 or anything but come on I'm 8 months pregnant! What the heck should I look like? I mean do I really look like a beached whale getting ready to give birth to a 12 lb. baby? And any of you that know me know that I'm proudly petite and this woman was treading on dangerous turf. You don't tell any pregnant woman she looks big, much less go on and on that she must be having twins or a huge baby! And to top it all off, Isaac doesn't think what she said was rude at all. I only wish I would have been cleaver enough to reply back to her "And honey when are you due?". Don't you think I should have tackled her for all womankind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/14505344-113746561682298468?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113746561682298468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113746561682298468&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113746561682298468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113746561682298468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-gosh-you-are-not-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113721157144608696</id><published>2006-01-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:06:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Jackson.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats to Matt and Kira on their new baby boy Jackson!  Hopefully our boys will be the best of friends!&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/14505344-113721157144608696?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113721157144608696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113721157144608696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113721157144608696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113721157144608696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/congratulations-congrats-to-matt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113717991555057956</id><published>2006-01-13T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:20:28.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Coveting These Slings/Pouches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I think I'm going to join the club of mom's who wear slings. Seeing that I'm going to be a mom of 3 and continue to nanny after the baby's born this might come in really handy. I've been researching a lot of different styles, brands, materials etc. and have found a website that has so much to offer in all the areas that matter - comfort, durability and of course looks. I'm debating between these two slings.   I'll give the info below and maybe you girls can help me choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/bw-hs-r_paola2_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/bw-hs-r_paola2_x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/bw-hs-r_paola_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/bw-hs-r_paola_x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hotslings Reversible Pouches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paola arrived in November and she is the sumptuous stretch sateen reversible you see for the main page on this site - a modern wonder of geometric designs with black stretch sateen on reverse. Super comfortable, it will be a sling that will go with many outfits!&lt;br /&gt;Hotslings Reversible pouches give you two looks in one! Wear the print side, or turn it the other way around and wear the solid side! The solid side of your reversible Hotslings is always a great, coordinating complementary color. You can also do a shoulder flip to show off the reverse side as you wear your Hotslings Reversible. Most reversibles are not stretchy, although will be noted in the descriptions below. If is says 97% cotton 3% spandex, you've got yourself a stretchy reversible! All Hotslings reversibles on this page are padded pouches, great for your baby's comfort!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/bw-hs-f_camel_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/bw-hs-f_camel_x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About the Hotslings Fleece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;        &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hotslings Fleece Pouches are made with high quality 200 wt Malden Mills Fleece. Hemmed top rail for extra support and security, surged bottom rail to comfort tiny legs.&lt;br /&gt;This fleece pouch makes babywearing unbelievably easy! A definite must if you live in cooler climates. Baby is kept warm and cozy and soo comfortable. Made from stretchy 200 wt extremely high quality Malden Mills Fleece.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the Hotslings fleece pouch. Coming from Minnesota, it is perfect to transport baby from car to destination and it is hands-down the easiest "poppability" (in/out) of all my slings, making it even more perfect for this purpose!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So the question is...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The first one looks super comfy and the material is great! But the second one looks comfy and cosey for our cold Colorado weather, but it would be too hot for summer. Gosh I want both but they're too expensive to buy two for now. Give me your input girls - I NEED YOUR HELP!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113717991555057956?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113717991555057956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113717991555057956&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113717991555057956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113717991555057956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-coveting-these-slingspouches-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113717346051094634</id><published>2006-01-13T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:31:00.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MY SLEEPING ELEPHANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0676.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113717346051094634?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113717346051094634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113717346051094634&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113717346051094634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113717346051094634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-sleeping-elephant.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113710821659350034</id><published>2006-01-12T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:23:36.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ALICE IN WONDERLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/3388A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/3388A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A VERY MERRY UNBIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113710821659350034?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113710821659350034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113710821659350034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113710821659350034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113710821659350034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/alice-in-wonderland-very-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113710813217684378</id><published>2006-01-12T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:24:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0683.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today we celebrated Alice In Wonderland style with a Unbirthday party for the kids- tea and all. I don't think I've ever seen Hunter so happy! I really think he was more excited about this than his actual birthday. Isaac went and picked him up from school and when they walked through the door I had the "Un-birthday" song playing for him as he walked into the balloon filled room with a candle covered birthday cake. Tasia was most excited about the trick candles that would not blow out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Every kid should have an "Un-birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The cake is a recipe I got from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bridgetcollins.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-pretty-birthday-cake-compliments-of.html" target="_blank"&gt; Bridget's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  website.  It's a very yummy recipe... check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hunter was very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The unbirthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/100_0689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hubby likes to have his cake and eat it too!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113710813217684378?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113710813217684378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113710813217684378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113710813217684378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113710813217684378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/very-merry-unbirthday-today-we_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113700966965191653</id><published>2006-01-11T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:03:05.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIMELESS BEAUTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/alma.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/alma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grammy at age 16 (I believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Delbert-%26-Alma-wedding-phot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Delbert-%26-Alma-wedding-phot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grandpa and Grandma on their wedding day.  Aren't they a knock out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/friendsalma.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/friendsalma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Gram (far right) with a few friends.  She's the prettiest one by far!&lt;br /&gt;I had to post these pictures because you don't find beauty like this anymore and it's worth sharing with the world. I hope to someday be as pretty as my Grammy and more than that be as strong, caring and godly woman as her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strength and dignity are her clothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and she laughs at the time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She opens her mouth with wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks well to the ways of her household&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her children rise up and call her blessed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;her husband also, and he praises her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Many women have done excellently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you surpass them all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but a woman who fears the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="small-caps"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is to be praised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="verse-num"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give her of the fruit of her hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="indent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and let her works praise her in the gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Prov. 31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GRAMS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113700966965191653?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113700966965191653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113700966965191653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113700966965191653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113700966965191653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/timeless-beauty-my-grammy-at-age-16-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113682061229994576</id><published>2006-01-09T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:21:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A FEW MORE CHRISTMAS PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Mommy%20preggers%20%26%20hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/Mommy%20preggers%20%26%20hunter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/snowwhitetasiaapple-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/snowwhitetasiaapple-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/snowwhite-apple-05-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/snowwhite-apple-05-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Hunter-toychristmas-05-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Hunter-toychristmas-05-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Hunter-Grammy-05-copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Hunter-Grammy-05-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113682061229994576?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113682061229994576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113682061229994576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113682061229994576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113682061229994576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/few-more-christmas-pictures_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113673712353832685</id><published>2006-01-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T07:32:12.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/CDdisabled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/CDdisabled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the next 4-8 weeks or so I'm officially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;domesticall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y disabled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I think this is where I get the rest of my family involved in helping me - lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;This is a much better idea than being forced to be on bed rest. So this is the scoop... As most of you know at Christmas time I had a little pre-term labor scare. I got checked at L &amp;amp; D in Grand Junction to make sure I wasn't dilating early due to all the EXTREME pressure and contractions I was feeling and was reassured that I hadn't began to dilate and everything looked fine. Three days later I saw my OB who told me the baby's head had already engaged and was right there... yes right there and that my plug was of no more (if any guys read this just never mind that last part). So no wonder I was experiencing all the major pressure. She said that for now she would not put me on bed rest but that I should stay off my feet as much as possible because any contractions I do have now would easily dilate me. Funny huh? Oh the life of me. Anyways I see my doc again in a week to see if there is any change and I hope there is not or I will be on bed rest. If I can only make it about 4 more weeks we'll be good to go - say mid February. But until then this little man needs to stay put. So if all my girls (and of course any of you guys that read but are too shy to comment) would please say a little prayer that labor holds off a few more weeks. And until then I'm officially DOMESTICALLY DISABLED - bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!&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/14505344-113673712353832685?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113673712353832685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113673712353832685&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113673712353832685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113673712353832685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-next-4-8-weeks-or-so-im-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113658538238587522</id><published>2006-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:09:42.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/CDdreamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/CDdreamed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113658538238587522?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113658538238587522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113658538238587522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113658538238587522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113658538238587522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113656671766318180</id><published>2006-01-06T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:11:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Day In The Life Of Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; A DOMESTIC GODDESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/CDdiapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/CDdiapers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; It's 10 a.m. and I'm ready for bed... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. I'm super tired and have no energy right now. I guess it's probably the fact that I'm so far along and this little man is stripping me of all my energy. There's so much I want to do right now - scrub bathrooms, vaccuum, finish the laundry... seriously. I feel like I have a lot to accomplish to get my house back in order from all the holiday commotion and yet only find enough energy to do one chore at a time. And of course by the time I'm done with that chore someone has destroyed some other part of the house. Oh the life of a domestic goddess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tell me... why is it that in the last couple months and weeks you feel less energy when that's the time you need the most energy?  I'm just thankful that I don't wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;morning feeling like this!  I think I need a nap...&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/14505344-113656671766318180?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113656671766318180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113656671766318180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113656671766318180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113656671766318180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-in-life-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113648155084604657</id><published>2006-01-05T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:19:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tasia is the dress up queen... I swear she should be an actress!  From Dorothy to Sleeping Beauty to Belle to Snow White to being a little baby elephant.  Dressing up is her passion.  And isn't she just too cute?&lt;/span&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/14505344-113648155084604657?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113648155084604657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113648155084604657&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113648155084604657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113648155084604657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113647399116866288</id><published>2006-01-05T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T07:13:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHEW LIKE YOU MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; When Hunter came home from school last night we snuck into the kitchen to make a secrect  dessert together so he could surprise his daddy with what a yummy dessert after dinner that he made all by himself.  Upon Isaac taking the first bite and Hunter watching with the utmost anticipation he exclaimed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chew like you mean it Dad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113647399116866288?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113647399116866288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113647399116866288&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113647399116866288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113647399116866288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/chew-like-you-mean-it-when-hunter-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113641085873028391</id><published>2006-01-04T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:48:52.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GEM OF AN IDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So I love to cook but occasionaly get burned out on the same old thing and want some new ideas. I want to hear from you on your favorite recipes. Maybe if it catches on I'll think of a different topic every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weeks recipe topic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON- ALCOHOLIC DRINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Here's my new favorite recipe via my sista Lori. Any of my girls that will be attending my baby shower this month will get to taste it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; lucky you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;... it's yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/citrus_wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/citrus_wash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Citrus Slushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 oranges&lt;br /&gt;2 lemons&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;16 oz. crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;2 c. gingerale (+)&lt;br /&gt;3 bananas mashed&lt;br /&gt;Maraschino cherries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grate the rinds of 1 orange and 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the juices from the oranges and lemons&lt;br /&gt;Combine with rest of ingrediants and freeze in 6 c ring mold.&lt;br /&gt;Thaw 2 hours before party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY YUMMY I CAN ALREADY TASTE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113641085873028391?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113641085873028391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113641085873028391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113641085873028391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113641085873028391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/gem-of-idea-so-i-love-to-cook-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113639533329000854</id><published>2006-01-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:41:35.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIKE FATHER LIKE SON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so any of you girls (or guys) out there who know us well... do you think Hunter's turning out anything like his daddy? FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love my boys... and here comes another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(NOTE: HUNTER IS NOT FLIPPING THE CAMERA OFF AS IT COULD POSSIBLY APPEAR IT'S JUST THE ANGLE OF HIS "VATO", "COOL BRO" or WHATEVER SIGN THE SILLY BOYS MADE UP.  These are by no means any REAL gang signs or anything - at least I hope not.  Just boys being silly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113639533329000854?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113639533329000854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113639533329000854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113639533329000854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113639533329000854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-father-like-son-okay-so-any-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113634788073000426</id><published>2006-01-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:12:16.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GROCERY SHOPPING QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/food.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/food.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;(Please feel free to answer this "anonymously".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK THE AVERAGE FAMILY OF 4 SHOULD (OR DOES) SPEND ON GROCERIES MONTHLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard such a wild range on this one in the past and I have to admit it's my weak area. I feel like I spend sooooo much money each week and I'm wondering if I'm close to the norm or just way out of the park. And if you choose to answer this question and can come up with a figure lower than say... $400 a month... we'd all like to know some hints and suggestions at how you do it. I have friends that do it for $300 and under a month and have no clue how they do it. Everytime I go grocery shopping I think to my self, "Gosh I can't see how in the world anyone could spend less on groceries than I do!" So that's what I want to know. Again feel free to answer anonymously if you want to answer but don't want to disclose your identity (that's totaly understandable).&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/14505344-113634788073000426?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113634788073000426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113634788073000426&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113634788073000426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113634788073000426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/grocery-shopping-question-okay-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113632645310902731</id><published>2006-01-03T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:15:01.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH SO EMBARRASSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a bit of Tasia's embarrassing conversation with Isaac and I while I was in the waiting room for my OB appointment today. To say the least we were all very red and embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(woochie = vagina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasia: "Sometimes boys have woochies."&lt;br /&gt;Jill: "No, Tasia they don't."&lt;br /&gt;Tasia: "Some boys do have woochies!"&lt;br /&gt;Jill:  "No they don't honey, only girls have woochies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tasia: "Oh yea, boys have wieners."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jill: "Yes... shhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tasia: "I HATE WIENERS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jill:  "SSSSHHHHHH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tasia:  "I DO HATE WIENERS - yuck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jill: "Hey Tasia do you want some candy???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tasia: "Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113632645310902731?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113632645310902731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113632645310902731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113632645310902731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113632645310902731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-so-embarrassing-this-is-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113614055664150319</id><published>2006-01-01T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:37:12.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 2006! How did you all spend you evening? I spent mine quietly at home(as instructed by my husband who is understandably obsessed with getting drunk drivers off the streets. Our town is not only a college town but a tourist town too and has a lot of car accidents and like most towns drunks. So I promised that I, with my pregnant belly and 2 beautiful babies, would stay home in the safe confines of our home. The kids and I had hot rice with warm milk, butter and sugar for dinner (strange for dinner I know but blame it on the hormones). After I finished cleaning the kitchen we sat down and prayed for the safety of daddy and all the other policemen on the roads tonight. Not only was it Newyears Eve but we had a nice little snow storm to top it all of. Just the thought of drunks and icy roads drove me to a hot bath followed by Jurassic Park 3 in bed. So yes... I was a party pooper this year for Newyears but it was a peaceful, safe and happy newyear for us too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113614055664150319?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113614055664150319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113614055664150319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113614055664150319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113614055664150319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-happy-2006-how-did-you_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113599748218341418</id><published>2005-12-30T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:51:22.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I FOUND MY HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/7282004173029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/7282004173029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; This is a  Christmas gift I got this year and boy was it a pampering gift.  You all  HAVE to try it.  It's  &lt;a href="http://www.jellybath.com" target="_blank"&gt; JELLYBATH!&lt;/a&gt;  Their website rocks and is worth checking out even if you don't plan on ordering any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Isaac even tried and thought it was cool but wouldn't let me post the pics of him (I can't understand why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0652.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0652.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113599748218341418?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113599748218341418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113599748218341418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599748218341418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599748218341418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-found-my-happy-this-is-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113599636516467519</id><published>2005-12-30T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:32:45.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS MORNING GLEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(So many presents... where should we start?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The now famous baby Annabelle with her mommy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Santa rocks!  He knew just what he wanted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Tree full of gifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Jesus Birthday Cake)&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/14505344-113599636516467519?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113599636516467519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113599636516467519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599636516467519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599636516467519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-morning-glee-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113599609569406027</id><published>2005-12-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:28:15.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/FamPhoto_Print_Ready.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/FamPhoto_Print_Ready.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well this is a little late since we've been out of town but Happy Birthday Dad G.!  We are so blessed to have you as a part of our lives and cherish every moment spent with you. &lt;br /&gt;You are an amazing man and a great dad!  I can't believe you've driven up here to see us 3 weekends in a row (mountain passes covered with snow and all)- NOW THAT IS LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&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/14505344-113599609569406027?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113599609569406027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113599609569406027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599609569406027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113599609569406027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-dad-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113591157382934200</id><published>2005-12-29T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:03:54.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN I TAKE A SECOND TO BRAG A BIT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best husband in the world! He spoils me rotten and knows me better than anyone in this world. But on top of that he puts up with my totally high maintenance attitude and claims to even like it. Isn't that amazing? Hey I have no problem admitting I like to be spoiled and pampered... what's wrong with that? There's nothing DIVA about it. Every woman should be treated royaly and made to know she is loved. In return all she'll want to do is make you her King and trust me that has perks all in itself (ask Isaac). I've already told you about all the massages I get and how he helps me with all the chores not to mention he'll wax my legs for me but when we got home from our Christmas trip to GJ he wouldn't let me carry hardly anymore than a little red duffle bag in my preggers state. Oh he's great and I love my man! Okay I better stop before I get too mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SPOILED... I KNOW IT... AND I LOVE IT!&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/14505344-113591157382934200?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113591157382934200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113591157382934200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113591157382934200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113591157382934200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-i-take-second-to-brag-bit-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113587845848530207</id><published>2005-12-29T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:50:40.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;A LITTLE LABOR HULIBALOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0589-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/100_0589-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So quite a few of you have been asking what was going on during this wonderful Christmas season in regards to me and little Gallegos #5. Well I had a couple little scares (more than the norm) that I was possibly going into labor. But rest assured it did not happen and everything is fine. I had a bit of pre-term labor with my last pregnancy and still delivered her at 37 weeks. So we just need to pray that this little guy holds off another 4-5 weeks so everything is 100% perfect circumstances to deliver him (lungs fully developed etc.). I'm currently 30 or 31 weeks - I can't exactly remember which but still need a couple more weeks for the ideal delivery situation. I'm taking it easy for now and will see my OB again on Tuesday. I keep telling everyone, don't pray too hard that I hold out I don't want to be way OVERDUE. Just a few more weeks friends- hee hee. Thanks for all the concern and prayers!&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/14505344-113587845848530207?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113587845848530207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113587845848530207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113587845848530207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113587845848530207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-labor-hulibaloo-so-quite-few-of_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113587786398084187</id><published>2005-12-29T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:37:43.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SO DON'T YOU THINK MY HUBBSTER NEEDS TO START HIS OWN BLOG???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/000_0023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/000_0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He's quite good at it huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14505344-113587786398084187?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113587786398084187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113587786398084187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113587786398084187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113587786398084187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-dont-you-think-my-hubbster-needs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113575930036706938</id><published>2005-12-28T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:09:14.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/indexpic2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/indexpic2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From The Husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;So we're in Grand Junction for Christmas and it's 2:00 in the morning and I need something to do.  Jill had suggested that I post a blog for her.  I couldn't very well pass that up! So I thought with this rare oppertuinity for me to be able to speak my mind, I'd make the most of it and rant a bit.  I know you all love a good rant. And since I do have time I gotta kill here it will probably be a long post.  Sorry.I only have 3 rants. Read'em. The pain will only last a couple minutes and maybe if you don't cry I'll give you a sticker or something.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/wicked_santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/wicked_santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;RANT 1: Christmachanukwanzacamas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the wonderful holiday season that it is, I assumed that everyone's hearts would be merry, their steps a little bit lighter, and their minds filled with joyous visions of... let's face it: presents.  But I assumed wrong.  Instead I found that everyone's hearts seemed to be filled with anger and their minds filled with various ways of how they could get offended.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do admit that it ticks me off that as a police officer I can't smile at a little kid and say "Merry Christmas" for fear that someone will hear it and sue the city for employing a discriminating fool.  Remember a time when it was the thought that counted and not some technicality of the words? Some say that you shouldn't celebrate Jesus birth in December because Jesus wasn't born in December.  Yea, okay that's like saying that you shouldn't enjoy the smell and beauty of a rose unless you're standing right on the spot where it grew. LAME-O!  Come on, people - if you're going to celebrate anything- whether Christmas, Chanuka, Kwanza, whatever - be true to yourself and know why you're celebrating it. It's not for you to tell others what they should or shouldn't do. And for poop's sake people, let's try to act older than our kids and not get offended at everything!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think that just because I'm a Christian that I'm eliminating Christians from this.  I think Christians should take a couple deep breaths and chill too.  We don't need to be getting up-in-arms over the phrase "Happy Holidays" or "X-mas".  Maybe people who say Happy Holidays are not anti-Christian.  They could actually be trying to send you their heartfelt good wishes for Christmas, New Years, Chanuka, Kwanza, or any combonation of these events, for which the plural term "holidays" would be pretty fitting. And maybe people who say Xmas are not part of some worldwide conspiracy to eliminate Christ from Christmas.  Maybe they're just trying to abbreviate.   I've never heard complaints when Christina Agullera was refered to as Xtina. It's just an abbreviation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the bottom line is that we ALL need to take some Ritalin or something and enjoy the holidays. After all, no matter if you light candles or trees I bet you got together with loved ones, maybe exchanged some gifts, and definately ate way too much.  Hey what do you know - maybe we're all not so different after all.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/racism%20pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/racism%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;RANT 2: Anti-Racist Racists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a touchy rant, but it's got to be said.  The fact is that we live in an incredibly racist culture, and the worst part of it is that the most racist aspect of our culture is in the anti-racism rituals that have been thrust on us.  Allow me to explain.  What is racism?  It's discrimination based on race.  What is descrimination?  It's treating different races differently.  So let me get this straight: we are all equal, right? We' are all the same, right?  There should be no difference in the way that we look, see, or respond to eachother based on race, right?  SO WHY THE HONK do we now have to call each race by different "politically correct" names?  Oh, no we can't say that someone is white, black, or brown anymore. We're racist if we say that.  We have to say African-American, Asian- American, Mexican-American, Native-American.  We're working in the wrong direction here! Instead of joining all the races as one people we are actually emphasizing the discrimination!   As far as I'm concerned, if you're from America you would be, by definition, American.  That's that.  Any description beyond that would be discriminitory.  What about people like me, who are mutts?  Am I to be referred to as a Causasion-Native-Hispanic-American?  Should I get offended if people call me differently?  If I'm the only brown guy in a room full of white guys and you're trying to point me out to someone, should you say "Uh, he's the male with black hair, brown eyes, about midway down the room..."   HEY DUMMY - just say "He's the brown dude"  Come on, that's not offensive.  You're not saying anything about my character or abilities.  By calling me brown, you're not yelling to the world "Hey, we got ourselves a Mexican man- hide your bycicles and televisions!"  You're simply calling a cigar a cigar.  GROW UP, SOCIETY! When we truly consider ourselves as equals, we won't need to walk on eggshells around eachother.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/kanye%20west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/kanye%20west.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;RANT 3: Celeboliticals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last rant.  I have had it up to here and there with celebrities who have found that the quickest way to make money and become popular is to bash on the political leaders.  The Kanye Wests and Barbara Streisands of the celeb world just love to get on their platforms and bash Bush.  That's fine - that's their right.  But my problem is this: it's VERY easy to monday-morning-quarterback someone when the event is already over and you know the outcome- and especially when you know that you will never have to make those desicions yourself.  I mean GET A GRIP on reality, celebs!  Babs once said that if Bush won the presidential election she would refuse to call him president.  PLEASE BABS- DON'T SAY THAT!  I'm sure Bush lost a ton of sleep over that one.  Who does she think she is?  I mean, if she refuses to call Pepsi by "Pepsi", does that magically make it not Pepsi anymore?  Such conceit!  I got a message for you celebs- a little reality check:  You are not politicians!  You are not in the government industry, you are in the ENTERTAINMENT industry!  You're sole purpose in life is to entertain us. Kinda like those old-school dudes that wore the funny hats and juggled for kings. That's what you are.  And WE pay you very well for it.  So stop whining about what other people do and get back in the recording studio where you belong.  Hey, maybe you could rap about it, or sing about it. Vent a little.   You know, I think the next time we have a major national crisis we should go ask these complaining celebs what to do.  Put the fate of the country in their hands and see how they handle it.  Maybe they can sing a little song to the terrorists and make them go away?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I am blind to problems or possible bad choices made by President Bush.  I'm honest enough to admit that I don't understand a lot of the political stuff going on.  Maybe Bush has made some bad choices.  But they were HIS choices to make and he didn't know what the outcome would be.  He does his best for this country just like every president before him, Democrat and Republican.   You can't just blame one party or the other. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was reminded recently of the Iran-Contra hearings in 1987 where Lt.Col. Oliver North was being ridiculed by a US senator for his concerns about our Country's defense system against a known terrorist.  The senator thought North was spending too much money on protecting the US against this terrorist.  North said that he thought an assasination team should be assembled to take out this terrorist.  The senator disagreed.  The terrorist that North wanted to assasinate almost 20 years ago was Osama Bin Laden.  The senator that opposed the assasination was Al Gore.   There's enough mistakes made by both parties.  We need to remember that we are ONE people.  Shame... I remember the days when the biggest war between red and blue was the street gangs.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/carrot%20top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/carrot%20top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more rant:  &lt;b&gt;CARROT TOP&lt;/b&gt;  'Nough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113575930036706938?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113575930036706938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113575930036706938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113575930036706938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113575930036706938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-husband-so-were-in-grand-junction.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113535450858082998</id><published>2005-12-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:15:08.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Santa_and_Baby_Jesus_PP__10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/Santa_and_Baby_Jesus_PP__10.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I want to wish you all a blessed Christmas!  See you back here next week.  LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;/span&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/14505344-113535450858082998?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113535450858082998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113535450858082998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113535450858082998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113535450858082998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-i-want-to-wish-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113527220200560864</id><published>2005-12-22T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:23:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT A BLESSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This is a very blessed time of year.  But along with the blessings sometimes (most times) comes stress for many families.  I just wanted to encourage you all to be so thankful and not take for granted the important things in life... like healthy children.  It has really been an eye opener over the last 2 years to go through an illness with my child but it has also made me realize the joy in the little things.  Just to see her smile is the most precious time in my day,  to hear her laugh is like an angel singing and to see her courage is amazing.  I am so blessed and thankful that Tasia is feeling great and is in no pain.  I guess it's just something most people take for granted in life.  Before Tasia got sick (18 mo. old) we stressed over the normal things like everyone else- money, relationships and all the normal stuff of life.  But now everything has been put in perspective.  If you feel a little strapped this month or next due to finacial circumstances or the little things in life start to bother you.  Just remember that things are good, real good, and could be so much worse.  Praise God for your kids health and yours too- because it's a blessing that is overlooked far too often.  If your a momma or daddy who has a sick child right now and you know the pain or stress of such, God is faithful and will do as He promised.  By His stripes we are healed.  I believe this and stand on it everyday.  Take each day one step and a time and look to a very promising happy future.  Jesus said they He has come to give us life and life more abudantly- that is a promise we can all look forward to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I am happy today to have healthy children and another hospital free day.  What do you have to be thankful and happy for?&lt;/span&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/14505344-113527220200560864?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113527220200560864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113527220200560864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113527220200560864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113527220200560864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-blessing-this-is-very-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113522086255057945</id><published>2005-12-21T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:11:42.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What A Fun Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Durango%20Rec%20Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Durango%20Rec%20Front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today was such a fun day for us. Isaac had the day off and after having a nice quiet morning he took us to the rec center to go swimming. Our rec center is so much fun and really amazing. It has 3 different water slides for kids to grown ups and a whole shallow area with tons of fountains, water bikes and other water equipment. My favorite of course is the lazy river and the whirl pool. I thought I remembered the water being such a pleasent place while pregnant but I felt more like a whale in it. The lazy river was really nice but I almost got stuck in the whirl pool and then got slammed up against the wall by some kid on my way out. No worries though I'm fine. I am however considering changing my blog name to THUNDER THIGHS instead of Strawberryblush due to some excess fat I noticed today while in my bathingsuit. Where did that come from??? Isaac stood admiring himself in the mirror saying, "Look my trunks are falling off my hips... have I lost weight?" Not to mention he said it like 20 times unitl I sarcastically commented while rubbing my round belly, "No, but I'm sure I must have." I don't think he got it. But that's okay... he did look mightly fine in his trunks!&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it all off, he took us out to Mama's Boy for Italian food - what a man!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful night too!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113522086255057945?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113522086255057945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113522086255057945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113522086255057945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113522086255057945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-fun-day-today-was-such-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113518526278112776</id><published>2005-12-21T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T09:14:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SO STINKIN' CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/green.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I finally got my registry up on/at Target this morning and I was very impressed to see that not all there clothes, sleepers, blankets etc. are classic blue baby stuff.  Don't get me wrong blue is cute and all, but I'm so into green with this baby and grey and other neutral colors.  But especially green.  Isn't this layett set above darling.  Also I finally ordered the   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/bear.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;cute teddy bear bunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  from Baby Gap that I loved so much.  They finally dropped the price by $10 so I thought I better jump on it before they are out of stock.  I can't wait to have a cute little cuddly baby boy!  YEA YEA YEA!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113518526278112776?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113518526278112776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113518526278112776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113518526278112776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113518526278112776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-stinkin-cute-i-finally-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113513308466861148</id><published>2005-12-20T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:47:33.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;COCONUT MACAROONS with a KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is a super easy cookie and so delicious! Enjoy Heidi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ulrecipedetail"&gt;     &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 cup  butter or margarine, softened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 package (3 oz.) cream cheese, softened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 cup  sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1   egg yolk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons  almond extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons  orange juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-1/4 cups  all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons  baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon  salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 cups  MOUNDS Sweetened Coconut Flakes, divided&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;48   HERSHEY'S KISSES Brand Milk Chocolates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beat butter, cream cheese and sugar in large bowl until well blended. Add egg yolk, almond extract and orange juice; beat well. Stir together flour, baking powder and salt; gradually add to butter mixture, beating until well blended. Stir in 3 cups coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover; refrigerate 1 hour or until firm enough to handle. Remove wrappers from chocolates. Heat oven to 350 F. Shape dough into 1-inch balls; roll balls in remaining 2 cups coconut. Place on ungreased cookie sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake 10 to 12 minutes or until lightly browned. Remove from oven; immediately press chocolate on top of each cookie. Cool 1 minute; carefully remove from cookie sheet to wire rack. Cool completely. About 4 dozen cookies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YUMMY YUMMY!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113513308466861148?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113513308466861148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113513308466861148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113513308466861148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113513308466861148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/coconut-macaroons-with-kiss-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113509407779647132</id><published>2005-12-20T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:54:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COOKING CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/coconut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday I baked for 6 hours straight. I just decided it was time to get my traditional holiday baking out of the way and ya' know I was in that magic Christmas spirit. My baking included chocolate chip turtle cookies (yes with gooey carmel), coconut macaroons (with a chocolate kiss in the center), classic chocolate chip cookies, rice crispy treats, and double chocolate cookies. Can you believe I didn't do sugar cookies. I've done them so many times already this winter I guess I just forgot them. But there is still time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE ITALIAN MENU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nothing too fancy this year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/pa1b05_baked_spaghetti_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/pa1b05_baked_spaghetti_e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paula Dean's Baked spagetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tossed salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Crusty french bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry Pretzel salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sparkling White Cranberry Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;COCONUT BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Which the kids make every year as a tradition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots and lots of goodies&lt;/span&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/14505344-113509407779647132?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113509407779647132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113509407779647132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113509407779647132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113509407779647132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/cooking-crazy-yesterday-i-baked-for-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113509275051180114</id><published>2005-12-20T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:32:30.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early Christmas Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Any of you that saw my kids last bedrooms know that one super hard part of moving out of our home was leaving behind those beautiful rooms that took so much hard work. I had painted full size murals for my kids to make their rooms like magic little lands. Hunter's was Neverland and Tasia's was a Dora room. My kids were very sad to leave their sweet rooms and have a plain room for awhile. So we decided for Christmas we would finally do something special for them to make their room more exciting. I did not whip out my mural painting skills but I did get some adorable wall paper and such. Check out the pics below. We gave them this early so they could enjoy sleeping in it this week. The baby monkey is my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113509275051180114?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113509275051180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113509275051180114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113509275051180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113509275051180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/early-christmas-present-any-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113495801823066684</id><published>2005-12-18T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T18:09:48.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Currently I Am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/wonderful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/wonderful.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sipping eggnog (pasturised and pregnant safe of course) sprinkled with nutmeg and cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Watching the Grintch Who Stole Christmas with my kiddos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Waiting to crawl in bed with "It's A Wonderful Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh how I love Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/f20_iawl_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/f20_iawl_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/14505344-113495801823066684?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113495801823066684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113495801823066684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113495801823066684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113495801823066684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/currently-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113495565634682100</id><published>2005-12-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:30:06.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/nativity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUR SAVIOR WAS BORN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We are home now from Denver and so happy to be here. There is nothing like sleeping in your own bed after a stressful journey or hospital stay. Tasia is doing awesome and is finally eating a regular diet again. Praise God! We are starting all of our holiday preparations and having a holly jolly time doing it. This week will be full of Christmas present wrapping, baking, cooking and doing holiday events. I can't wait. It truly is the season to be jolly and we have so much to be thankful for. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a very happy holidays. No matter if your Christmas cake falls, you burn your cookies or your guests show up an hour or two late... Remember why we celebrate. JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113495565634682100?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113495565634682100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113495565634682100&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113495565634682100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113495565634682100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-jollyour-savior-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113467344239988358</id><published>2005-12-15T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:04:02.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE ON TASIA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tasia came out of surgery very well yesterday.  Her stint was completly clogged which is why shy was having so many attacks.  She has a new larger stint now and will have it in for 3-6 months and then we will remove it and let her body function on it's own.  Dr. Stathos said many prayers must have been going up yesterday because all of the sudden the surgery started going super easy and overall the surgery couldn't have gone better.  However he did say with as much as he roughed her up she would definitely have pancreatitus from it and would be hospitalized possibly through the weekend.  Well several of you know I was believing God for something different.  I was believing for no reaction or complictaion and to leave the day after surgery.  FUNNY huh?  Well guess what she was running around playing only an hour after surgery and yes we are coming home today (the day after surgery).  PRAISE GOD for His awesome miracles!!!  She is still on clear diet only and I will slowly ease her back to eating regularly.  But praise God - it couldn't have gone better and we're leaving Denver soon.  I will be staying in GJ till Saturday to rest with her and to spend some time with family who can be a wonderful help while we get some rest.  Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all your prayers.  And most of all thank you to my Lord and King for carrying us through once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113467344239988358?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113467344239988358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113467344239988358&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113467344239988358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113467344239988358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-on-tasia-tasia-came-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113440497999444292</id><published>2005-12-12T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:29:40.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TASIA JEWELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today I'm am finishing our packing so we can leave early tomorrow morning for Denver for Tasia's surgery. Days like today are always so hard and I have to reach so deep to pull up the strength to get through it. But I will survive. There is nothing more heart wrenching than to have to go through hospitalizations, procedures and surgeries with your child. I look forward to the end of all of this... because I know that it will be over and this will all be a distant memory. I'm very thankful that she is not having major surgery on Wednesday... I can't even imagine how hard that would be. But they will be putting a stint (like a straw) into her pancreas to help it drain better. Either way it's hard and hospitals are something we've come to dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I told Ta' that we were going to Denver to have Dr. Ted work on her tummy again and she's really dreading it. I've found it much better on her though to forewarn her that we're going. It's so hard to hold her while she goes under anesthesia with those big brown eyes looking up at you like you're a trader and why mommy are you letting this happen. But I have to remind myself of the benefit of this and do what's best for her. The other hard part is when she wakes up from surgery and she looks down at her arm and realizes she has an iv and she cries out -"NO TUBE!" Heartbreaking I tell you. (Sniff, sniff, sob, sob).&lt;br /&gt;But this is what comforts me. She is our Jewells. God has made her so strong. Stronger than most of us will ever be. He has prepared her to face this and made her strong like the diamond is strong. No matter what kind of pressure she is put under she is strong and sparkles through it all. She is a light to us all and a constant reminder of God's love and healing power. I'm in awe to be her mommy and blessed to have her as a part of my life. I LOVE YOU TASIA JEWELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113440497999444292?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113440497999444292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113440497999444292&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113440497999444292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113440497999444292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/tasia-jewelltoday-im-am-finishing-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113432088887862713</id><published>2005-12-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:08:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Twas The Week Before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/friedchicken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/friedchicken1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  While visions of fried chicken and cole slaw danced in their pregnant mommies head;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do pregnant women dreams such silly things.  I wake up at 7 a.m. craving fried chicken and cole slaw (homemade of course) and things like acorn squash or bisquits and gravey.  I think my southern roots are showing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113432088887862713?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113432088887862713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113432088887862713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113432088887862713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113432088887862713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/twas-week-before-christmas-twas-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113416462487089411</id><published>2005-12-09T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:55:50.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Christmas-coll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/Christmas-coll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little Christmas questionair from my friend &lt;a href="http://www.kellibelly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Kelli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Spiced Cider - I guess I can't be normal can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; The gifts from us are always wrapped but there's always a "big" present sitting out Christmas morning specifically from Santa that is unwrapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;White because it's classy but this year I intertwined burgundy lights with it too.  It turned out really pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No, but I'd like to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Usually sometime around Thanksgiving.  This year we actually did it the week before so the kids could enjoy it longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Honey baked ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I had begged my parents for a certain leather coat and after opening all my presents there was no leather coat. My mom announced there was one more present for me but she'd have to get the box out of the other room. I was so excited for this enourmous box full of beautiful leather when she walked in the room with a teeny tiny jewelry sized box. My heart sank... no coat. I opened the little box and there was a tiny note that said "Look behind the couch". I did just that and found a giant box with my beautiful leather coat inside. I was on cloud 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There's no Santa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, we open Christmas Eve jammies every year from Isaac's momma.  It's tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Whatever I happen to bake... usually several different kinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Love it for Christmas and dread it after that.  Especially this year with my round belly throwing my balance off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes but I'm no professional or anything. I actually flipped over the side of the iceskating wall one year while trying to imitate a swan from Swan Lake. It was freakin' hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes... absolutley.  I took a pregnancy test Christmas morning 1999 and found out I was expecting my little Hunter.  BEST EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Being with my kiddos and celebrating with my family - all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Grammy's sugar cookies.  Nobody makes cookies&lt;/span&gt; like Grams.  By the way Grandma sugar cookies ship well just like divinity. HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas jammies and sleeping with the kids on Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A gold angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving by far. But I do so hope to recieve&lt;/span&gt; something from MOTHERHOOD.  HINT HINT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas Carol? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SILENT NIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113416462487089411?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113416462487089411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113416462487089411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113416462487089411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113416462487089411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113414741625631083</id><published>2005-12-09T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:59:27.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RECIPE OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EASY CHEESY SOUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/recipe10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/recipe10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to share my yummy and super easy cheesy soup that's perfect for warming up your tummy on these cold winter days. The picture above is not of my soup but it kind of looks like it. Leave it to me to eat it all before I remember to take a picture for you.  Also this soup is what Rachel Ray would call a "stoup" - thicker than a soup but thinner than a stew.  Ya' know it's hearty for the boys!   But when I say easy I mean easy- so buckle you safety belts ladies I'm about to take you on a cheesy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt; 2 bags of frozen California style veggies (carrots, cauliflower and broccoli)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; 2 small jars of cheeze whiz - (I use light so as to not attribute the  "ghetto booty"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; 3 lrg. potatoes diced - (or 4-5 small regular sized potatoes)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; 8 c. chicken broth- ( I like to buy it in the resealable boxes so I use 2 boxes)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; In a large pot (I use my crock pot on the stove) pour in chicken broth; add diced potatoes; bring to a boil and cook till tender. Place the soup in your crock pot and add California veggies. Keep crock pot on low and wait till your soup is in no danger of boiling (this is very important). Add cheeze whiz to soup and stir until you have a nice creamy cheesy soup. It is very super important not to let the soup boil from this point on. Just get it nice and hot. I prefer to let this sit for a couple hours on low to let the veggies absorb the cheesy flavor. Add seasonings as desired (pepper, salt and even a pinch of sugar).&lt;br /&gt;Serve with a nice crusty bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meal tastes better the longer it sets and makes yummy leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me with your favorite recipe at jill@faithheights.com&lt;br /&gt;I would love to try one of your favorites too!&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/14505344-113414741625631083?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113414741625631083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113414741625631083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113414741625631083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113414741625631083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/recipe-of-week-easy-cheesy-soup-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113406682273344034</id><published>2005-12-08T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:33:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A GLIMPS OF ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/people.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/people.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac and I always are finding people or characters on tv that remind us me.  So I decided to make a little collage of some of them so you can all have a little glimps of me and my goofy, girly, stubborn, classic, kid like, sweet and yes sometimes snotty personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; (Pictures are of : Scarlet O'hara, Grace Kelly, LUCY, Punky Brewster, me, Audrey Hepburn, Anne Shirley, Carrie from King of Queens and Andie Anderson from "How To Lose A Guy".)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113406682273344034?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113406682273344034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113406682273344034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113406682273344034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113406682273344034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/glimps-of-me-isaac-and-i-always-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113401197107372544</id><published>2005-12-07T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:20:11.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVIE REVIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Bewitched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Bewitched.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we saw the movie Bewitched. Oh my goodness - this was super cute and really funny! Isaac and I are both fans of the original show and Nicole Kidman did a superb performance as Samantha. This is definitely a movie a girl and guy can enjoy and I would highly recommend this a a fun little flick. I give it a 6 out of 7 for a super cute comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/house_of_wax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/house_of_wax.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay... I'll admit it... we watched House Of Wax. This is a remake of an old horror flick. It is highly gory and I had to look away because of the blood and guts but was actually kind of fun for a silly horror. I rate this a 4 out of 7 for a silly bloody guts style serial killer movie.&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/14505344-113401197107372544?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113401197107372544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113401197107372544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113401197107372544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113401197107372544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/movie-review-today-we-saw-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113401080850624405</id><published>2005-12-07T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:01:26.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPORTIN' A NEW HAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/JILL--hat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/JILL--hat.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the hat  &lt;a href="http://www.pretendingsanity.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Allison&lt;/a&gt; made me? She's a gem and I love her! It matches my coat just lovely. Thanks Allie! You can purchase some of her beautiful work too! &lt;a href="http://www.pretendingsanity.com/buy.html" target="_blank"&gt; CHECK IT OUT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113401080850624405?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113401080850624405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113401080850624405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113401080850624405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113401080850624405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/sportin-new-hat-dont-you-love-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113397888996788422</id><published>2005-12-07T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:08:09.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LET'S STAND IN PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/jewellweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/jewellweb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Tasia's specialist in Dever called with the results of her CT Scan.  He said they believe her stint is no longer working due to her pancreatic duct being dialated.  So they would like to put a new stint in next week.  So I guess we're off to Denver - :o(     While they put the new stint in they will take video footage of her pancreas for her specialist in Ohio to determine when to do surgery.  So please be in prayer with us that this procedure does not cause an attack and we make it home very quickly with no hang ups or complications.  Let's pray for that the wisdom of God be upon her doctors and nurses and it all goes supernaturally smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be unto God who ALWAYS causes us to triumph!&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/14505344-113397888996788422?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113397888996788422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113397888996788422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113397888996788422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113397888996788422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-stand-in-prayer-today-tasias.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113391874987291715</id><published>2005-12-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:28:40.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATE (Oh My Aching Back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 2 hours at my doctor this afternoon she discovered that I not only separated my ribs, but tore the cartilage away and possibly cracked a rib. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? From coughing! She prescribed pain killers (safe for the baby of course) and told me to take warm baths and take it easy. Unfortunately this can take a very long time to heal and she said she wasn't sure if it would heal by the time I deliver (2 1/2 - 3 months). I asked her if I could wrap it in anyway but she said since I am so little in my torso (in other words my boobs are laying on my belly - hee hee) that there was no way to wrap in without compressing my uterus. But Jesus is my healer and I am expecting this to heal super fast! I have to admit I was pretty shocked. I thought maybe I was over reacting or something. So I guess I'm going to need a little TLC and a dose of lortab. Hello la la land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113391874987291715?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113391874987291715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113391874987291715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113391874987291715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113391874987291715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/update-oh-my-aching-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113388989111331336</id><published>2005-12-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:24:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY ACHING BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/backpain_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/backpain_woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay here's how it all happened...&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving I started having tender pain just below my rib cage. It kind of felt like a pulled muscle but really only hurt when I would touch the area. Any time the kids would try and hug me I would wince at any pressure being put on the area. Well I figured after having a cough it was just a funky strained muscle and would heal over time. Well as of yesterday the tender spot on my belly/ ribs was still present. I debated all day whether or not to call my OB just in case. But finally decided that I've waited 2 weeks for this to heal what's one more week to wait until my next OB appointment.&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened...&lt;br /&gt;Last night at 11p.m. I stood up to walk into the other room and check on Tasia and as I did I coughed. Not a hard cough just a cough and all of the sudden something snapped in my rib cage in my back. It was so hard it almost took me to my knees and not only that but I heard the snap and it was LOUD! Immediately the pain in the front wrapped around the back to where I heard the snap and I was unable to move and began shaking uncontrollably for about 15 minutes. The only thing I can describe it as would be the sound of a bone breaking.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled downstairs and called Isaac (who was out patrolling) to tell him what happen. Of course it took several times of explaining myself through the sound of sobs and dispatch calling over the radio to him and such. But when I finally was able to get out what was happening he wanted to take me to the ER. I of course not wanting to wake the kids or pay the bill of the ER said that I'd rather try and take a bath and Tylenol and see if I can make it till morning.&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is morning and I have to wait until 2pm to see my OB. It seems like a lifetime away. I'm okay if I sit really really still but if I try to walk, laugh, sneeze or anything simple like turning a door knob, it sends me into extreme pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could that have been? Did I crack or break a rib? Did I pull a muscle really bad and if so why did it have a painful snapping sound?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY ACHING BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update later today with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113388989111331336?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113388989111331336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113388989111331336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113388989111331336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113388989111331336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-aching-back-okay-heres-how-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113371525879541178</id><published>2005-12-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T08:55:07.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/000_0013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/000_0013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some time last year our Grandma M. was diagnosed with cancer - breast cancer to be exact that had spread throughout her body and bones. When I first heard of this I was of course very crushed and sad that someone I loved so much was going through something so extreme. But then I realized if anyone can beat this nasty disease it's Grandma M. There are not many people in this life who know God's word and truly stand on it know matter the circumstances and despite the pain (which was very great at times). But everyone moment I saw her she was continually lifting up the name of Jesus and not only claiming Him as her healer but actually believing it. She stood strong day after day, week after week and month after month. I'm sure like all of us she probably had her moments of weakness but all in all she never gave up on our precious Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple days ago she received not only a verbal report but a written report stating that Virgina M. has no sign of cancer in her body! PRAISE GOD!!! The Bible says without faith it's impossible to please God and boy does Grandma have the faith! YOU GO GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to God be all the glory - Thanks be unto God who ALWAYS causes us to triumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jill/Desktop/000_0013.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113371525879541178?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113371525879541178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113371525879541178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113371525879541178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113371525879541178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-things-are-possible-to-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113365943424588096</id><published>2005-12-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:23:54.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/ken_barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/ken_barbie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to treat a woman:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Wine her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dine her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Call her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hold her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Surprise her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Compliment her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Smile at her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Laugh with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cry with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Romance her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Encourage  her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Believe in her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Pray with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pray for her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuddle with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Shop with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Give her jewelry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Buy her flowers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Hold her hand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Write love letters to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Go to the ends of the earth and back again for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How To Treat a Man:&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Show up naked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Bring chicken wings.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Don't block the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Isaac sent this to me and I couldn't stop laughing.  True - isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113365943424588096?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113365943424588096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113365943424588096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113365943424588096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113365943424588096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-treat-woman-wine-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113354617658298467</id><published>2005-12-02T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:58:12.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Rachel2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Rachel2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Rachel1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Rachel1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/rachel3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/rachel3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/rachel4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/rachel4.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Rachey,&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy birthday my sweet! I can't believe you are 20 now! Wow how the years fly by. The first day I saw you seems like it was yesterday... you were standing at your front door in a big blue fluffy robe with matching slippers and a tiara. At the tender age of twelve you were checking out your brothers new prospect for a girl friend - hee hee. I loved you from the first moment we spent together and you were immedietaly my sister. I'm so proud of you and all you are doing with your life. I pray God's best over your life and a Pride and Predjudice romance for your future.&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful day and the best birthday yet.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113354617658298467?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113354617658298467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113354617658298467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113354617658298467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113354617658298467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birhtday-rachel-renee-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113348776689798949</id><published>2005-12-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:42:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TASIA FASHIONISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Tasia-fasionista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/Tasia-fasionista.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today Tasia asked if she could dress herself and of course I said yes.  This is what she decided to wear.  I think it's kind of JLO-ish.  Big bulky boots, tight pants, something slinky uptop and a sassy hat to go with it.  Notice how well she matched all her items - I'm sure she'll end up being a couture designer when she grows up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113348776689798949?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113348776689798949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113348776689798949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113348776689798949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113348776689798949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/tasia-fashionista-today-tasia-asked-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113346293856521290</id><published>2005-12-01T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:57:43.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW&lt;br /&gt;LET IT SNOW&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But only if I'm warm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/NEW08L_L_Heart%20Snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 117px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/NEW08L_L_Heart%20Snowflake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The belly is bulging and the temperature is dropping! I can't decide what to do about the whole coat situation. All my coats are little size 4 fitted coats that are only meant to fit a small sweater under them... Not a big round belly. I can button the first two buttons but the rest just hangs open to leave me freezing in our 13 degree weather. I really can't see spending the money on a maternity coat for only 3 months! What should I do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have this ideal coat that I want but cannot find anything like it. Let me describe it and maybe you girls will have an idea of where to look. I figure if I buy a coat in a size medium (that's not supposed to be fitted) that I could hopefully get it around me now and yet still wear it later. But the problem is I'm picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my coat to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fluffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fur around the hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Kind of like a ski jacket type coat by still very chic. Any ideas? I've searched on the web at JC Penny's, Dillards, Abercrombie, JLO, Bloomingdales, Macy's, Sears, and Victoria's Secret. NOTHING! Do you all know what I'm talking about? I guess I just have this idea in my head and I know what I want. The closest thing I can find is on JLO's clothing website but it's still not the one (obviously because it's a crop jacket with NO belly room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/JL-J5115613_100_ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/JL-J5115613_100_ex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also isn't this scarf and hat to die for??? I'm in love - I WANT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;(if only I had kept up on my knitting that Allison tried to teach me... I guess I better stick to wearing them rather than knitting them - hee hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/JL-JLC094_Blue_ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/JL-JLC094_Blue_ex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113346293856521290?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113346293856521290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113346293856521290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113346293856521290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113346293856521290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113338581542198280</id><published>2005-11-30T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:54:31.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tis The Season To Be Healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case you're not yet....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/holmes-humidifier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/holmes-humidifier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Over the last month or so I caught a yucky cough and cold with a little bit of asthma thrown in there. YUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;! Anyways I thought I'd share with ya'll a couple of the products I have found to be outstanding in their field. I know this might seem like my most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; boring post ever, but if you happen to get feeling crummy it's a life saver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fatihheights.com/" target="_blank"&gt; JESUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep Jesus... give Him a try. He works everytime. By His Stripes you were healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.zicam.com/" target="_blank"&gt; ZICAM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/zicam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 83px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/zicam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cold Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cough Mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maximum Strength Flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cold &amp; Flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allergy Relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intense Sinus Relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extreme Congestion Relief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;These products are so amazing! You can feel like you are getting a cold and completly avoid it by early use of these products. If you don't use it quick enough it will at least shorten the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; duration of it and make it less severe. I should get commision off these guys for how much I sell this product to friends, family and strangers in the cold isle of the super market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pfizerch.com/product.aspx?id=531" target="_blank"&gt;SUDACARE SHOWER SOOTHERS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/B0009RF9S2.01._PE14_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/B0009RF9S2.01._PE14_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;li class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Comforting care when you're congested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Releases soothing eucalyptus, menthol &amp; camphor vapors while you shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Can be used with other traditional medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Offer non-medicated option to help provide comfort to the consumer's worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just tried these for the first time last week and I'm in love! I would use these everytime I showered if I could. SWEET RELEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  4.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.breatheright.com/" target="_blank"&gt; BREATH RIGHT NASAL STRIPS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/pagephoto_products_nasal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/pagephoto_products_nasal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sinus relief from the common cold or allergies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Snoring relief for a better night's sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Better breathing for people with a deviated septum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Better sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always thought these were so silly looking but after getting preggers this time my nose is stuffy at night when I try to sleep... these relieve the stuffiness and are recommended for colds and people who snore too! Awesome product - especially the menthol flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 5.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.mentholatum.com/products.php?id=16" target="_blank"&gt; MENTHOLATUM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/oint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 86px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/oint.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relieves minor aches and pains of muscles and joints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soothing aromatic vapors provide a natural enhancement to regular cold care routines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stimulates the sensory receptors in the skin to help provide relief and soothe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just look in your grandma's medicine cabinet to find this one. I guarentee you that you'll find it there. I like this product all winter long - helps you breathe even better and smells great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.icyhot.com/products.php?id=16" target="_blank"&gt; ICY HOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/icy%20hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 85px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/icy%20hot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ICY to dull the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT to relax it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've loved this product for years. If you have an ache or pain, sore muscle or joint, this will make all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Well I hope you find yourself super healthy this winter season, but if you have a case of the sniffely sneezeys, sinus or sore muscles etc. - I hope these will help. I am sold on all of them. You might not look like the beautiful goddess you really are come bedtime as you whip out some or all of these products (not to mention you'll smell like a medicine chest) but they will no doubt get you feeling better very quickly without all those harsh products on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;table width="609"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113338581542198280?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113338581542198280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113338581542198280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113338581542198280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113338581542198280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/tis-season-to-be-healthy-but-in-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113324004875404702</id><published>2005-11-28T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:06:01.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/b-w%20belly%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/b-w%20belly%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally took some pics of my current belly size. I'll post several on my    &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38369895@N00/68184542/in/photostream/" target="_blank"&gt; flickr page&lt;/a&gt;   for any of you who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that pregnancy is the most beautiful time in a woman's life and should be celebrated! And of course if you know me, you know I'm not shy about my big buddha belly. But if you're shy about looking at a bare belly - than these pics would not be for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/sepia%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/sepia%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113324004875404702?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113324004875404702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113324004875404702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113324004875404702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113324004875404702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/with-child-we-finally-took-some-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113297971673619304</id><published>2005-11-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:35:16.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmm... so the Christmas season is here.  WOW!  It came so fast this year.  I feel like we just had Christmas last year... not that I'm complaining at all.  I LOVE CHRISTMAS!  So much has happened this year- it's crazy.  February 1st- Tasia had surgery to remove her gallblatter, April- we started raising money to send her to Cincinatti Children's Hospital to meet with a new specialist, May- my husband and I were both laid off our jobs, June- we traveled to Ohio to meet with Dr. Balistreri, July- Isaac got hired with Durango PD and we found out we were expecting our newest baby, August- we moved to Durango, September- we went to Disney World for Tasia's Make A Wish trip, October- We found out we are expecting a baby boy and that brings us to November.  Wow it's been a crazy wild year!  I'm expecting and praying for a calm and peacful new year full of God's awesome glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh and what do I want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MOTHERHOOD MATERNITY GIFT CERTIFICATES OF COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(I can't belive I worked there with a 30% discount and quit only a couple months before finding out I was preggers.  Such is life.  But now I'm ready to get some warm winter sweaters and turtle necks, nursing jammies,  nursing bras, nursing shirts etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14505344-113297971673619304?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113297971673619304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113297971673619304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113297971673619304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113297971673619304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113297893946389808</id><published>2005-11-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:22:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLESSINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113297893946389808?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113297893946389808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113297893946389808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113297893946389808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113297893946389808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113263141747750379</id><published>2005-11-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:47:51.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY TURKEY DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/hot59mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/hot59mom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have reason to shout! I am having my very first holiday here in my own sweet little home. I'm super excited! It's funny really - I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to cook yet I have never hosted a holiday in my home. This is not because I haven't wanted to host it... It's just never worked out. But this year with us having moved out of town and Isaac's new schedule we needed to stay home instead of driving back to GJ. So I'm bursting with JOY to be able to cook for Thanksgiving! I even enjoyed doing the grocery shopping which normally is the closest thing to hell to me - but even battling the crowds at Wal-mart was a joy. YIPPPEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/37212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/400/37212.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yea and to make it even better I get to host 2 beautiful meals. One on Thanksgiving with the traditional yummy turkey meal and another on Saturday with Isaac's Dad we're having a big ham dinner. Yummy to my pregger tummy!&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113263141747750379?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113263141747750379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113263141747750379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113263141747750379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113263141747750379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-turkey-day-i-have-reason-to_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113271403108824580</id><published>2005-11-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:47:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sarah sent me this survey and instead of emailing her my answers I decided to blog them.  Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;7:20 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;JILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;BABYDOLL, Jillybean, Jilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Piercing:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ears only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the&lt;br /&gt;theater: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WILLY WONKA, but I plan to go see The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe and Pride and Predjudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Hazel / brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Place of birth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Peoria, IL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite NEW foods:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I don't really have any "new" foods I like... I try lots of new recipes but nothing excitingly exotic or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been to Africa:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No, but I hope to someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been toilet papering (rolling) :&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know what it means by rolling, but I have toilet papered a cops house - smart huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love someone so much it made you cry:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YES, without a doubt yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Been in a car accident: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I wrecked my first car (truck) at 16 yrs. old by running a red light. I was then sued 3 years later for $75,000 because the old bitty couldn't square dance anymore at 70 yrs old. But the suit was settled outside of court the day before trial.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Croutons or bacon bits: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Both, but please give me the fake red baco's YUM!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite day of the week: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Any day that Isaac isn't working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite restaurants: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIB CITY GRILL!!! Mandarin Inn (Peoria, IL), LA GONDOLA (Morton, IL), Johnny Carino's, California Pizza Kitchen, Steak and Shake, Bob Evans and a local favorite... Bob and Jan's Steak House. Gosh I can think of 20 more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Flower:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tulips, big huge bouquets of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ultimate Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite drink :  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Southern Sweet Tea or Mr. Pibb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite ice cream:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BEN AND JERRY'S- Cherry Garcia or Karmel Sutra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Disney or Warner Brothers: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DISNEY FOREVER BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite fast food restaurant: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wendys or McDonald's if the McRib is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color is your bedroom carpet:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; light tan with little flecks of multi colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many times did you fail your driver's test? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Brooke C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card this week? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dillards or Cache' or Bebe', or  Pier One... oh do I have to choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you do most often when you are bored: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SEX (hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time do you go to bed?:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; If Isaac's at work around 10:00 but if he's home around 11:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who will respond to this e-mail or post the quickest?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rachel A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who are you the most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite TV shows: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SMALLVILLE, Alias, 24, King of Queens and A Baby Story okay and Sponge Bob Square Pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last person you went to dinner with: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Isaac and the kids or if that doesn't count, my friend Tamara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ford or Chevy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dodge  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you listening to right now:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Magee and Me (movie) in the background.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35 What is your favorite color:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many tattoos do you have: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;None and I hope to keep it that way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many pets do you have: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I big furry long haired kitty cat and two fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Which came first the chicken or the egg?:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; WOW... good question. I've never thought of that before. I would have to say chicken because I don't think God created eggs and fetus in the Garden of Eden I think he probably created the animal probably 2 of every kind then they mated thus giving us the egg. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How many people are you sending this e-mail to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;none I'm blogging it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Choice of Music Group or Artist?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kelly Clarkson or United Hillsong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well there's a little about me.  I'd love to hear your answers!  Post them or email me!&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/14505344-113271403108824580?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113271403108824580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113271403108824580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113271403108824580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113271403108824580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/survey-my-friend-sarah-sent-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113218374979620260</id><published>2005-11-16T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:33:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIFE IS PAIN, HIGHNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Woman%20legs%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/Woman%20legs%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OR AT LEAST BEAUTY IS...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I waxed my legs. OUCH! Double OUCH! But I have to say I love the silky smooth feel it leaves and so does Isaac! The funny part is I was doing this in the room next to my sleeping husband (he's a cop and works nights) while trying my best not to scream and wake him up. Tasia sat in the bathtub while I waxed away - she would watch as I spread the sweet green wax up my legs and then duck down and hide while I'd yank the strip and roll around in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know what you're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking, "Jill is so dramatic about everything.  It can't hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I encourage ya'll to try it. After you realize I'm right and scream like a school girl at a horror flick everytime you pull the strip you see I'm right. But then you'll enjoy legs as smooth and sexy as mine and yes they feel like a baby's bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the stinging sorness (hee hee) and the mild to moderate irratiation it leaves (not kidding). Slather your legs with baby oil, put on a short skirt and sexy heals then proceede to strut around in front of your hubby and tell me then if he notices. I promise he will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: Do not attempt short skirt if you are in dire need of a few hundred or thousand squats. Just get a longer skirt with a slit in it and you can accomplish the same thing without any barfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNIGN #2:  If you cannot handle waxing your legs due to the extent of pain it can bring, don't even attempt to do anyting "above the legs" if you know what I mean.  You'll be crying for your mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113218374979620260?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113218374979620260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113218374979620260&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113218374979620260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113218374979620260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-is-pain-highness-or-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113209431312430182</id><published>2005-11-15T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:39:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;SNUGGELY WUGGELY TEDDY BEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/bear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! I was in Baby Gap this weekend and came across the cutest cuddeliest teddy bear winter suit for my newest little man. It is softer than velvet and sized just right for a newborn. ONLY PROBLEM... It's $39 bucks! Can you believe that? I hardly spend that much on a shirt for me much less a warm little suit he'll only wear for a few months. But of course I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to have it! So Isaac told me to watch the web and see if it went on sale... but I'm having the hardest time. It' s not like one of those cheap little suits that will block the wind, it's warm and thick and have I mentioned cuddely? I so hope it goes on sale and soon! I have to have the little bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113209431312430182?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113209431312430182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113209431312430182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113209431312430182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113209431312430182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/snuggely-wuggely-teddy-bear-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113193850663746394</id><published>2005-11-13T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:27:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND HE SCORES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/ICI_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/ICI_W.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay... kind of a corny story but I think it's just really sweet. I used to wear this perfume when I was in highschool. Now this is not my usual or by any means a "high priced" perfume but it sweet and their slogan is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Wear it where you want to be kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;". I ran out of this sometime after I got out of highschool and could never - ever find it again. I even spent hours on the computer trying to find it but couldn't exactly remember the name (pathetic huh). So all the sudden I'm in -where else- Walmart and happen to be walking throughout the perfume isle and what do I see but MY FAVORITE PERFUME OF OLD! So after dowsing myself in it and told Isaac the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; whole story of how I had been searching for this perfume for years and shoved my wrist in his face for a smell. All of the sudden he grabbed my wrist pulled it back to his face and took a deep breath of it and said (with great excitement) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "Oh my gosh, I remember this scent so well... You wore it while we were dating! WOW that brings back such good memories!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Isn't that just pure sweetness? He remembered! That is so un-"guy like"! This was 8 years ago! WOW - he deserves a cookie or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now for my perfume recommendation - The best perfume ever is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;.  I highly recommend this to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;! But be prepared to spend around $75. But I promise you it's well worth it. Make sure you buy it in the refillable bottle because refills are only $30 after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/angel-perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/angel-perfume.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113193850663746394?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113193850663746394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113193850663746394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113193850663746394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113193850663746394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-he-scores-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113176317307309129</id><published>2005-11-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:39:33.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DATE NIGHT WITH A GORGEOUS MAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/100_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/100_0115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight after begging Isaac to go out for a night cap with me and well... him turning me down, my handsome little man decided he would take his mommy for a night cap or well a hot cocoa. So we bundled up in our warmest coats and drove down Main St. to our local Starbucks. We sat in a little corner table for two while sipping peppermint hot cocoa and eating rice crispy treats. We had deep discussion about school and friends and how we should do this at least once a week. We had to park three blocks away due to the busy hustle and bustle of all the locals popping in and out of quaint stores and yummy restaurants. But we enjoyed the brisk night while sipping hot cocoa. It was picturesque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14505344-113176317307309129?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113176317307309129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113176317307309129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113176317307309129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113176317307309129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/date-night-with-gorgeous-man-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113164249993192091</id><published>2005-11-10T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:08:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SWEET SWEET SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/sleep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I finally got the sweet slumber I have been waiting for.  And oh how sweet it was!&lt;/span&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/14505344-113164249993192091?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113164249993192091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113164249993192091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113164249993192091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113164249993192091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-sweet-sleep-i-finally-got-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505344.post-113164217023964887</id><published>2005-11-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:02:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOOOO CHOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/000_0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/320/000_0002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know one of the things I like best about our beautiful little mountain town? The train. It's so sweet to wake up in the morning to the sounds of the old train whistle being blown or drive through town with the big puffs of smoke filling the air around the mountains. It's fabulous I tell you! The kids adore the train and enjoy watching it anytime possible. Next fall we will have to ride the train and really enjoy the beauty of it all. McDonalds is right next to the train station and anytime we go there all the workers run around in their bib overalls shouting orders and getting everything in line. It's kind of nice entertainment for sitting in a drive through. It just makes me realize how blessed we are to have such a quaint little town with all it's rare beauty. CHOOOO CHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/RoyemValleytrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/RoyemValleytrain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/CrawfordSteamBridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/CrawfordSteamBridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/1600/Crawford480highbridge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/988/1315/200/Crawford480highbridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom pics taken by our little mountain town railroad company.&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/14505344-113164217023964887?l=strawberryblush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/feeds/113164217023964887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14505344&amp;postID=113164217023964887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113164217023964887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14505344/posts/default/113164217023964887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryblush.blogspot.com/2005/11/choooo-choooo-do-you-know-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12857767193451286105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.faithheights.com/isaac/images/jill3x4.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
