<?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-4669958131904787705</id><updated>2012-01-31T11:23:06.304-06:00</updated><category term='Brag book and matching card'/><category term='Guinea Pig'/><category term='Jeremy Camp'/><category term='Art Journal'/><category term='1st Day of School'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Janet Hopkins'/><category term='Something Passed Down'/><category term='Painted background page'/><category term='Got Paint? 4 favorites'/><category term='Date Night'/><category term='wherethehellismatt'/><category term='Sushi'/><category term='Memoirs Store Closing'/><category term='KC Rocks'/><category term='Drink Thief'/><category term='6x12 layouts'/><category term='Heath Ledger'/><category term='HS playing card swap'/><category term='Goodies'/><category term='AR'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Twist and Shout - Magic Springs'/><category term='Happy Feet layout'/><category term='Julie Scattaregia'/><category term='Surfer Girl'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Hurricanes'/><category term='Emily Falconbridge'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Steve Gleason'/><category term='Day with the Experts 4'/><category term='Graffiti Stamping'/><category term='3rd Birthday layout'/><category term='Cappuccino'/><category term='Halloween layouts'/><category term='Birthday boy'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='Minnesota'/><category term='Healthland'/><category term='Valerie Salmon'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Free Hugs'/><category term='Sixteen'/><category term='Hot Springs'/><category term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>It's My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6008457943594050024</id><published>2011-08-11T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:12:49.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2eNBHLV2QA/TkPe6UL85CI/AAAAAAAAARY/87w9qG-WtKk/s1600/100_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2eNBHLV2QA/TkPe6UL85CI/AAAAAAAAARY/87w9qG-WtKk/s320/100_0740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639596251830608930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've lost 2 relatives this year. First, my mom's brother died on Memorial Day. Then my grandfather passed away this week. My Uncle Wilson was 85 years old, and my grandfather would have been 99 in December. My husband's great aunt also passed away this week.  She was also 98 years old.  I'm so thankful that each of them lived such long full lives, but it's got me thinking. Why is it some people live such long lives, while others are taken from us far too soon? Life is definitely a mystery that way. No one knows how much time we have here on earth. You hear songs about live like you're dying and sayings like live each day as if it were your last, but how many of us really live that way? If I knew today was my last day would I really be typing this entry right now? Maybe. I probably would post something for my family to remember me by. I'd thank the people who loved me and stood by me. I'd tell the people I loved that I loved them. Maybe even throw in a few stories for people to remember. That's brings me to something else I've been thinking. If I died right now, exactly how would people remember me? Would I be remembered as a brat, or an even worse b-word? Would people remember me as sweet and quiet, or rude and loud? I think there are so many sides to people and maybe we only share certain sides to certain people. But doesn't everyone deserve your best side all the time? Wouldn't it be horrible to be nasty to someone then that is the last time they see you and ultimately how they remember you?  So, not only should you live each day as if it were your last, but you should also live your life the way you want to be remembered for. I guess there's nothing like death to put life in prospective. Off to make each day count and 1) live today like it's my last and 2) live the life I want to be remembered for. By the way, if you're reading this post then chances are we know each other and hopefully like each other, so I'm gonna go out on a limb and say "I love you, and I appreciate you for taking the time to read this post". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: taken 12/19/2010. 4 generations of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LeBlanc&lt;/span&gt; men. My grandfather is 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; from left. It was his 98&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, and my nephew Luke's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6008457943594050024?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6008457943594050024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6008457943594050024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6008457943594050024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6008457943594050024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2eNBHLV2QA/TkPe6UL85CI/AAAAAAAAARY/87w9qG-WtKk/s72-c/100_0740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8710823984825498816</id><published>2011-07-25T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:48:10.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 25th is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7nwHfkbW7s/Ti3SduDt8yI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2lXF8TgVJzQ/s1600/100_8623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7nwHfkbW7s/Ti3SduDt8yI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2lXF8TgVJzQ/s320/100_8623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390116932023074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my favorite days of the year.  It's the day John and I got married.  Wow, hard to imagine it's been 19 years already.  As I was looking through my photos I realized John and I don't have very many photos of just us together.  I've got photos with him and the kids, me and the kids, but not many of just John and I.  What's up with that?  Samantha and Benjamin both have cameras, plus they are always wanting to snap pictures with my camera.  I think the new rule is gonna be if they want to use my camera they're gonna have to take a pictures of John and I first. We need more photos together.  The photo here is the last photo I could find of us together.  The date?  12/31/2009.  How sad is that?  Surely it hasn't been 1.5 years since the 2 of us have had a picture taken of just the 2 of us?  Well, that's just not acceptable.  We're gonna have to change that and I think we'll start tonight.  We're planning on going out to supper to celebrate our anniversary and I think it's time John and I start sitting on the same side of the dinner table and the kids can snap a photo of us.  Maybe that can be a new tradition.  At least that way we're guaranteed at least 1 photo of us together each year.  Yep, I like the sound of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8710823984825498816?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8710823984825498816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8710823984825498816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8710823984825498816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8710823984825498816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-25th-is.html' title='July 25th is...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7nwHfkbW7s/Ti3SduDt8yI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2lXF8TgVJzQ/s72-c/100_8623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6588589803044355287</id><published>2011-07-04T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:05:48.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are YOU good at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gXLB0Tlrio/ThIb7KBszaI/AAAAAAAAARI/DhS7llfw-qo/s1600/tumblr_lk34kmwjmw1qb13xjo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gXLB0Tlrio/ThIb7KBszaI/AAAAAAAAARI/DhS7llfw-qo/s320/tumblr_lk34kmwjmw1qb13xjo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625589587656887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think of Fiona Apple's song "Criminal" because I've been a bad, bad girl and I'm looking for a good defense.  I can't believe it's been almost 5 months since I've blogged.  Bad blogger, bad.  I have been so lazy lately.  I haven't been blogging, or doing anything creative lately, and I really do miss it.  I have to get out of this creative funk I'm in.  I need to stop thinking so much and just do it.  Recently I picked up my treadmill habit and as I was walking and listening to Abra Moore I was thinking... "Man, I wish I could sing, I wish I could play guitar" and the wishing continued.  I wished I was good at a sport, any sport.  I wished I could draw and paint. I wished I could cook and bake. And I continued to wish I could do various things.  Then I realized what I was really thinking was I wished I was good at something. I wished I was good at anything.  It really got me thinking and the only thing I could think of that I was really good at was my job. It was kinda depressing.  Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy I'm good at my job and that I have an amazing work ethic (thanks Dad!) but is it so wrong to wish I was good at something fun?  Something creative. Aren't most people good at their hobbies?  I've got so many hobbies and I don't think I'm good at any of them.  I enjoy them, but they don't come easy.  I'd like to think  that's why I enjoy them, because I really have to work at them, but I'm not sure that's the case. I'll have to give this topic a bit more consideration.  In the mean time, I'll be looking for something that comes easy to me, and something that I enjoy that I'm really good at.  Maybe I just haven't found what I'm good at yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6588589803044355287?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6588589803044355287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6588589803044355287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6588589803044355287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6588589803044355287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-are-you-good-at.html' title='What are YOU good at?'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gXLB0Tlrio/ThIb7KBszaI/AAAAAAAAARI/DhS7llfw-qo/s72-c/tumblr_lk34kmwjmw1qb13xjo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4826157816534444114</id><published>2011-02-18T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:18:02.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 18th, I HATE YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xd12rpJOhD4/TV8ywjsCMtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mrLW8pBy8Sc/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xd12rpJOhD4/TV8ywjsCMtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mrLW8pBy8Sc/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575230673503007442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate Feb 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I know hate is a strong word, and it might sound strange to hate a date, but not if it's a day a loved one died. This date will be a constant reminder that my Mom is gone. 7 years ago, Feb 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; took someone very special away from me. I will never again be able to hug and kiss, or ask my mom for advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 35 years old and 7 months pregnant for Benjamin.  My mom was 35 when she had me.  She was 69 when she died and I was born in 1969.  It was 6 months before her 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and 8 months after celebrating her 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be thankful I had her for 35 years.  There's a lot of people who lose their mothers at a much younger age, but not having a mom SUCKS.  I miss her and think of her often.  It just doesn't seem fair that people have to die.  It's hard sometimes to look at the bigger picture.  Life is not about the here and now, it's about the here after.  It's not about this life, it's about preparing for the afterlife.  I know this, and it does give me a sense of peace, but I still miss her dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4826157816534444114?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4826157816534444114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4826157816534444114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4826157816534444114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4826157816534444114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/feb-18th-i-hate-you.html' title='Feb 18th, I HATE YOU!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xd12rpJOhD4/TV8ywjsCMtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mrLW8pBy8Sc/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-3952805992409902499</id><published>2011-02-13T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:48:07.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SMASH video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XmaWY7Wk0qA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks amazing.  I can't wait to start smashing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-3952805992409902499?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmaWY7Wk0qA' title='SMASH video'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3952805992409902499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=3952805992409902499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3952805992409902499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3952805992409902499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/smash-video.html' title='SMASH video'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XmaWY7Wk0qA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1992517109038969816</id><published>2011-01-09T10:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:28:29.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/TSnhIB0oNMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VMs8WiA9qdU/s1600/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/TSnhIB0oNMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VMs8WiA9qdU/s320/100_0877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560222743009965250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, where has the time gone?  I can't believe I haven't posted since Aug.  Sorry about that.  Well, it's a new year so you know what that means.  It means another chance to say you're going to do something you should have already been doing anyway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  So many people (myself included) say they are going to lose weight, start exercising, eat right, etc.  We do know we can start doing that any time, right? There's not some written rule that says we have to wait until the New Year, right?!  Another one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NYRs&lt;/span&gt; is to give my lonely little blog some much needed attention. If I'm not mistaken that was one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NYRs&lt;/span&gt; last year, too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;, get with it woman.  Sorry for the rambling post, but I really don't have anything to write about at this time, but I find that the more I blog the more I want to blog.  Hopefully this post will be the kick in the pants I'm hoping it will be to get my creative juices flowing. I haven't created anything in forever.  I had a very unproductive 20101.  Guess it's time to turn off the TV and wean myself from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, my 2 time thieves. Gonna try to be more creative in 2011.  Here's to a happier, healthier, more creative 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Taken 12/29/2010; Audubon Zoo; New Orleans, LA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1992517109038969816?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1992517109038969816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1992517109038969816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1992517109038969816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1992517109038969816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/TSnhIB0oNMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VMs8WiA9qdU/s72-c/100_0877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2787143438562227092</id><published>2010-08-24T19:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:10:54.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Food Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/THR3_pkvqLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Yp8-y8Q7l4k/s1600/100_9607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/THR3_pkvqLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Yp8-y8Q7l4k/s320/100_9607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509160179556395186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in April I had my annual checkup and my doctor and I discussed the usual (my being tired all the time, having no energy, and still experiencing headaches on a near daily basis). She ordered  some blood work and my cholesterol was 217 and I was calcium deficient. Oh-Oh. Time to get serious and start exercising and taking vitamins. I decided I was sick and tired of being down and out all the time and decided that life was too short to be miserable. Time to get fit and get happy. I started walking and taking a multi vitamin and a calcium supplement. After a month I still wasn't feeling much better. In fact, I was feeling pretty crappy. I had developed a crick in my neck that wasn't going away. I had never been to a chiropractor before and swore I'd never go to one (for fear of them breaking my neck and leaving me paralyzed). Anyway, enough was enough. After all, I had just pledged my new found desire for health and happiness, right? So in May I had my initial visit with a chiropractor. As he was examining me he mentioned that my body was full of inflammation. Every place he touched/tapped me left serious red marks. He said it looked like I had been attacked by an octopus. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; went okay and I was to see him 3 times that week. I finally gained some mobility in my neck, and with each visit he mentioned how much inflammation I had in my body. I finally asked what that meant? Why did I and what did he think was causing it. He said it was probably food allergies. I told him I did not have allergies and he smiled and said most people were allergic to 1) wheat 2) dairy and/or 3) nuts and don't even realize it. I asked if that could make me feel run down all the time and have headaches and he said absolutely. After a couple more visits (and a couple more mentions about inflammation) I asked the question. "How do I find out if I have food allergies?" He said I could take a blood test to find out. He had a blood kit that I could bring to any lab and they would draw the blood and mail it off to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Immuno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloodprint&lt;/span&gt;" that specializes in food allergies. I decided to find out if something I was eating had been making me feel like crap for about the last decade. They tested 155 most common food allergy items and I was allergic (sensitive) to 21 foods. I had no idea. When people have food allergies they know it. Their tongue can swell and it can get hard to breathe, etc. But what about people who have sensitivities? Well, anywhere from a couple of hours after eating to a couple of days after eating they can get headaches, fatigue, joint pain, mental problems, (depression, anxiety, irritability, mood swings, confusion), sinusitis, insomnia, or excessive sleepiness. Wow! That's pretty much me in a nutshell. Now, about these 21 food items. Most I eat on a daily basis, some I eat at nearly every meal. Among the foods I'm sensitive to are wheat, brewers yeast, tomatoes, pineapple, mushrooms, yellow squash, cabbage, cauliflower, kidney beans, pinto beans, lobster, oysters, perch, scallops, tuna, snapper, pork, and a few other items I rarely (if ever) eat.  There is a Lean Cuisine frozen dinner "Butternut Squash Ravioli" that I absolutely loved and ate about 3 times a week. What's in it? wheat, squash, mushrooms. Wow. Something I eat at least 3 times a week that has 3 items in it I shouldn't be eating at all.  This whole process has been such a learning experience. Example: when I first saw "wheat" on my list I wasn't that upset. Heck, I don't really like wheat bread anyway. I do like wheat thins (especially with cream cheese and hot pepper jelly) but I could live without eating wheat bread. YEAH RIGHT. Did you know that basically anything fried, baked and/or bread-like are most likely made with wheat? I sure didn't. Breads, pizza, croutons, crackers, cakes, pies, cookies, muffins, pasta, pretzels, waffles, pancakes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poptarts&lt;/span&gt;... WHAT? I had no idea. Also, anything thickened such as soups, gravy, sauces, and gumbo. WHAT? I started looking through my pantry checking out the ingredients and noticed how at the very end of the list of ingredients are those dreadful words in all caps and in bold print "CONTAINS WHEAT INGREDIENTS". Check it out. I kid you not. Wheat is in EVERYTHING! This is about the time I started to cry. What was I supposed to eat? All I could thing about was what I couldn't eat. No more Pizza (wheat/tomato/mushroom). No more Mexican. How can I possible eat Mexican food without tomatoes, especially salsa? No more sandwiches, burgers, or delicious Lean Cuisine Butternut Squash Ravioli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than 2 months since I've been avoiding these food sensitive items. I'm still walking and taking my vitamins/calcium and vitamin D supplements, and I try to get out in the sun as much as I can. That was another thing the chiropractor suggested I get tested for. Come to find out most people who are calcium deficient are also Vitamin D deficient, as well as most people with high cholesterol have lower levels of Vitamin D. He was right, I was also Vitamin D deficient.  So, lets sum up the last few months for you. Found out my cholesterol was high, my calcium and vitamin D was low, and I've got food sensitivities. I started walking, taking vitamins, getting sun when I can, and avoiding food that have been making me sick. I think I'm finally starting to get back to myself again. I'm definitely not 100% yet. Far from it. I'm still tired and worn out pretty much all the time, but I've gone a couple weeks at a time without a headache.  That was unheard of before I started watching my sensitive foods and reading up on Toxic Food Syndrome. I really don't think the improvement had to do with the walking or vitamins because I was doing that for almost 2 months before I was tested for the food allergies and/or before I actually understood what that meant.  Wheat bread and wheat thins. Ha! What a maroon?  Yep, I'm getting my sense of humor back, too.  Gotta love bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2787143438562227092?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2787143438562227092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2787143438562227092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2787143438562227092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2787143438562227092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/toxic-food-syndrome.html' title='Toxic Food Syndrome'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/THR3_pkvqLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Yp8-y8Q7l4k/s72-c/100_9607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7692036324860178788</id><published>2010-04-18T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:43:31.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Journal'/><title type='text'>I've been a little creative lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S8uX8yvCVtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3T1uJg_71ak/s1600/100_9211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S8uX8yvCVtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3T1uJg_71ak/s320/100_9211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461626043783861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and it feels wonderful.  I totally skipped posting in March, probably because I've been busy creating.  I just realized my February post mentioned 2 of my loves.  Scrapbooking and music.  Well, I took an on-line class at BigPictureScrapbooking called Life Tunes.  It combined those 2 loves.  It's one of the few classes I've taken where I actually completed each of the assignments.  It felt awesome to complete something.  The pages are done, I just need to add photos to some of the pages.  I really enjoyed that class.  I also recently took another online class at Get it Scrapped called Art Journaling 101 with Dina Wakley.   This class is/was way out of my comfort zone, but I'm really enjoying getting my hands dirty with Gesso and Paint.  So much so I even went to Books a Million to buy a couple of books on art journaling.  Definitely out of my comfort zone, but I'm really liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing... I also participated in an ATC swap last month.  See, I told you I've been busy creating things.  And like I said... It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: a couple pages from my art journal.  Backgrounds only.  Still needing to collage and add text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7692036324860178788?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7692036324860178788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7692036324860178788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7692036324860178788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7692036324860178788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-little-creative-lately.html' title='I&apos;ve been a little creative lately...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S8uX8yvCVtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3T1uJg_71ak/s72-c/100_9211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8095866806238263924</id><published>2010-02-14T13:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:23:59.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrappin' and Rockin' Valentine's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S3hODGRtkLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UPMmDLlXX0M/s1600-h/100_8686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S3hODGRtkLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UPMmDLlXX0M/s320/100_8686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438182365181350066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope everyone is having as wonderful of a Valentine's Day as I am.  John gave me these 2 gorgeous buckets filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; goodness.  They were only $10 at Sam's Club. He said the album was worth that, even if I didn't want all the stuff inside.  I told him it was.  The bucket they were in was well worth the $10, too.  Besides, what's not to love about the flowers, buttons, and ribbons inside.  Plus chipboard letters, stamps, an ink pad, fibers, etc.  I love them. I probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have bought them myself, but it's nice that John thought enough about me to buy them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and to top it off. He also got me and Samantha tickets to go see Flyleaf, Three Days Grace, and Breaking Benjamin.  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!  Now is that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt;' Valentine's Day, or what?!   Two of my greatest loves.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; and Music.  Does my hubby know what I like, or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8095866806238263924?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8095866806238263924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8095866806238263924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8095866806238263924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8095866806238263924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrappin-and-rockin-valentines-day-2010.html' title='Scrappin&apos; and Rockin&apos; Valentine&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S3hODGRtkLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UPMmDLlXX0M/s72-c/100_8686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7282291251092660563</id><published>2010-02-01T19:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:21:25.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So long January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S2d9Dw7nvCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5uytT2z8bc/s1600-h/100_8648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S2d9Dw7nvCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5uytT2z8bc/s320/100_8648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433448979073842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where did January go?  It's already February and I haven't even started my new year resolutions yet.  I didn't really make any, it's just same ones I make every year.  You know the ones... exercise, get fit, drink more water, no more sodas, take my vitamins, go to church regularly, etc.  This year I decided I needed to add some creative resolutions as well.  Not big ones, just baby ones.  I was hoping to start blogging more and scrapbooking more.  So I added... update my blog at least once a month, and create at least 1 scrapbook layout a month.  I came to the realization that I spend entirely too much time on Facebook.  Last week I decided Facebook would need to become a reward.  No Facebook until after I walk and/or create something.  It actually worked.  At least for a couple of days.  I think I had 3 consecutive days of walking/water/vitamins prior to logging onto Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, consider this a belated January post.  And since I hate to post without a photo.  Here's a picture of me on my 41st birthday.  John got me a King Cake for my birthday this year. I loved it. Don't know why we hadn't thought of it before.  I think I want to make this a tradition and have John pick up a King Cake for my birthday every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7282291251092660563?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7282291251092660563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7282291251092660563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7282291251092660563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7282291251092660563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-long-january.html' title='So long January'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S2d9Dw7nvCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q5uytT2z8bc/s72-c/100_8648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2482302647006286786</id><published>2009-12-29T19:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:45:30.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP James (The Rev) Sullivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SzqwR8-hpFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4xJFiaENOhY/s1600-h/100_2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SzqwR8-hpFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4xJFiaENOhY/s320/100_2312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420838923966456914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drummer of Avenged Sevenfold, Jimmy  (The Rev) Sullivan died today.  He was only 28 and I think one of the best drummers.  Normally when I listen to music I might beat the steering wheel with my thumb along with the bass guitar.  Sometimes my fingers might dance along with the guitar melodies.  Reliving my teen (and not so teen) dream of playing guitar and/or bass guitar.  I can't recall ever wanting to play drums, unless I was listening to A7X.  The Rev demanded my attention. There's just something about this band.  They compliment each other so well, but I must admit, I'm usually drawn to the drums when I'm listening the them.   I had the pleasure of seeing them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BuzzFest&lt;/span&gt; at The Woodlands, TX back in Oct 2006 (see photo).  They were beyond amazing and by far my favorite band of the entire day/night.  &lt;span&gt;Rest In Peace, Jimmy.  I know it's not your time, but bye bye baby, bye bye.  For those of you who may not know Avenged Sevenfold, I'll add a couple of their songs in my playlist.  I hope you enjoy it.&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/4669958131904787705-2482302647006286786?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2482302647006286786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2482302647006286786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2482302647006286786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2482302647006286786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-james-rev-sullivan.html' title='RIP James (The Rev) Sullivan'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SzqwR8-hpFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4xJFiaENOhY/s72-c/100_2312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4828673147341577341</id><published>2009-10-18T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:29:40.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Stu-UszVKTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HLDmqORcTlo/s1600-h/100_8256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Stu-UszVKTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HLDmqORcTlo/s320/100_8256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394114241539418418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an amazing weekend I had.  I attended the Simply Inspired event in Lafayette.  I had the amazing opportunity to meet some wonderfully talented ladies in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; industry and take some awesome classes.  In this photo: Jenni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bowlin&lt;/span&gt; of Jenni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bowlin&lt;/span&gt; Studios, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; Cross of Pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paislee&lt;/span&gt;, Margie Romney-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aslett&lt;/span&gt;, Debby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Schuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Layle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Koncar&lt;/span&gt;, and Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scrappin&lt;/span&gt; store owner Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Avchin&lt;/span&gt;. Not shown in this photo was Teri Davis, who teaches classes at Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Scrappin&lt;/span&gt; and also taught a class at the event.  The weekend was amazing, exhausting, but as promised... I was completely Inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4828673147341577341?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4828673147341577341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4828673147341577341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4828673147341577341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4828673147341577341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/simply-inspired.html' title='Simply Inspired'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Stu-UszVKTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HLDmqORcTlo/s72-c/100_8256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-3769400013712922120</id><published>2009-08-01T10:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:05:24.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The word "tender" will never be the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SnRkW2C3QDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gv-mnMJUas/s1600-h/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SnRkW2C3QDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gv-mnMJUas/s320/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365023399732527154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you've watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda you probably remember the part when Po hurts his "tenders".  Well, a couple weekends ago when out shopping for back to school shoes we went eat at Pete's on Johnston.  Looking over the kids menu I asked Benjamin if he wanted Chicken Tenders. He started cracking up and said "You said tenders".  That got the whole table laughing.  Now fast forward to this morning.  The kids are watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; and they have always loved the part when Donkey is telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; he has to wait for the part to interrupt the wedding and starts singing "You've Gotta Gotta Try a Little Tenderness".  Well, that gets Benjamin going again... "He said Tenderness".   Somehow I think the word "tender" will never be used again without bringing back memories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda and Po hurting his tenders.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the joys of a 5 year old boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-3769400013712922120?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3769400013712922120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=3769400013712922120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3769400013712922120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3769400013712922120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-tender-will-never-be-same.html' title='The word &quot;tender&quot; will never be the same...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SnRkW2C3QDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_gv-mnMJUas/s72-c/2008_kung_fu_panda_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-172294570650271877</id><published>2009-06-27T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:22:42.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Doing It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Got this idea from Cathy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zielske&lt;/span&gt;, who got it from Ali Edwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(139, 139, 139);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;Outside my window...&lt;/span&gt;  The grass is long and really needs to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;of going in my scrapbook room and creating something.  But that would mean I'd have to clean it first and I'm not really digging that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends and Family who care about me.  That my family is healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; Left over Salmon salad and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Comfy grey pull on cropped pants and a pink Pebbles, Inc t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt; Not much of anything lately.  Taking another on-line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com/challengeme.php"&gt;class&lt;/a&gt; at Big Picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, so hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt; to do a lot of nothing this weekend.  Guess that won't help my previous answer, huh?  (heavy sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am reading... &lt;/span&gt;Just finished Janet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Evanovich's&lt;/span&gt; Finger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lickin&lt;/span&gt;' Fifteen.  Thinking of starting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Charlaine&lt;/span&gt; Harris Dead series or possibly, dare I say it, the Twilight series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to find my creative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt; again someday.  Also that my kids will actually get along one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;I am hearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;my kids arguing, screaming, and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt; lots of work (fixing up) that needs to be done.  Kids toys everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eating out. Listening to music.  Movies.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  Spending time with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt; It's the weekend, so I plan on relaxing and taking it easy. Then it's back to work on Monday.&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/4669958131904787705-172294570650271877?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/172294570650271877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=172294570650271877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/172294570650271877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/172294570650271877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyones-doing-it.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Doing It'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2107017665497551040</id><published>2009-06-21T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:39:30.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Falconbridge'/><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Sj6KxkG3WLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o1pOSpfqKyc/s1600-h/100_7251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Sj6KxkG3WLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o1pOSpfqKyc/s320/100_7251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349865991473420466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Father's Day the kids decided to let their Dad have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; control so he could play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; for a change.  We were looking at these celebrity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mii's&lt;/span&gt; on the "Check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mii&lt;/span&gt; out channel" that people had designed.  One of them was a girl with the initials E.F. and her skill was singing.  We looked at each other trying to figure out who E.F could be and he said "Isn't there an Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Falconbridge&lt;/span&gt;?"  I started giggling and told him she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrapbooker&lt;/span&gt;.  I keep telling him he needs to start scrapping with me. It's good to know he actually listens to me, even when I talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;. For those non scrappers who don't know who &lt;a href="http://www.embers.typepad.com/e/"&gt;Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Falconbridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is she's listed in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blogroll&lt;/span&gt;.  Check her out, she's amazing.  I took one of her classes from &lt;a href="www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com"&gt;www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com&lt;/a&gt; and it was by far the best on-line class I've taken, and I've taken several.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2107017665497551040?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2107017665497551040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2107017665497551040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2107017665497551040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2107017665497551040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-2009.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Sj6KxkG3WLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o1pOSpfqKyc/s72-c/100_7251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7729540721647002655</id><published>2009-06-19T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:31:16.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SjwRRb_1RjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYHjspIT-e8/s1600-h/100_7783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SjwRRb_1RjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYHjspIT-e8/s320/100_7783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349169448680244786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very busy couple of months.  Between personal time off, holidays, vacation days, and furlough days, I don't think I've had a 40 hour work week in the last 12 weeks.  I think it's gonna be very hard getting back to my regular work routine.  We've ran tests, tests, and more tests on Samantha to find out what is causing her to have blood and protein in her urine.  During a renal ultrasound of her kidneys they found stones in her gallbladder.  The stones are totally unrelated to her kidney problem.  After meeting with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nephrologist&lt;/span&gt; (kidney specialist) we're still unsure what is causing the blood and protein, so they're running more tests.  She had her gallbladder removed a couple days ago.  She's doing fantastic.  She's my little Rock Star.  What a way to spend her summer vacation.  I guess it's better to have all this going on now instead of during school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7729540721647002655?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7729540721647002655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7729540721647002655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7729540721647002655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7729540721647002655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-busy.html' title='Life is Busy'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SjwRRb_1RjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kYHjspIT-e8/s72-c/100_7783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7791162527892644727</id><published>2009-05-19T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:01:03.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/ShNVoGgVKQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vTSupI5-P5M/s1600-h/100_7609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337704130793515266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/ShNVoGgVKQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vTSupI5-P5M/s320/100_7609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is a culinary genius. Why you might ask? Because who else would think to put Cheesy Popcorn Seasoning on shrimp? Yep, you read right. I know it may sound disgusting, but believe me, it was actually very good. I told him supper was excellent (as usual) and he told me I would never guess what he put on the shrimp. He was right. A little bit of olive oil, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zatarains&lt;/span&gt;, and the surprise ingredient... Reese Cheesy Popcorn Seasoning. The man is amazing. He did it on a whim, and a tasty whim it was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7791162527892644727?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7791162527892644727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7791162527892644727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7791162527892644727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7791162527892644727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/culinary-genius.html' title='Culinary Genius'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/ShNVoGgVKQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vTSupI5-P5M/s72-c/100_7609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-440330657649391033</id><published>2009-05-01T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:48:15.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremy Camp'/><title type='text'>Jeremy Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SfsZYwVmJxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9WSaSLoiVac/s1600-h/jeremycamp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330882497006151442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SfsZYwVmJxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9WSaSLoiVac/s320/jeremycamp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This morning I thought I would put the radio on 99.9 to listen to the Polyester Power Hour (Disco) since I'm off work today on furlough. I couldn't find the station on John's radio, so I went into Samantha's room and cranked it up so I could hear it in my room. I thought I had found the right station, but after going back into my room to finish getting ready I realized it was on KAJN. This amazing song came on, so I went in her room to listen for the artist name. They said it was Jeremy Camp. They even repeated the name a couple times. (This rarely ever happens to me, when I want them to announce the artist, they never do). Anyway, when I came downstairs I decided to look him up. I clicked on the 1st video I found. It's not the song I heard this morning, but man it's just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mhtml:%7BFF26FA2F-F3D1-4B45-AED4-F4F8313F097F%7Dmid://00000275/!x-usc:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBAhvI0TRDs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBAhvI0TRDs&lt;/a&gt; - Jeremy Camp - This Man &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUzDOGzABSM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUzDOGzABSM&lt;/a&gt; - The song I heard this morning. Jeremy Camp - There will be a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I found the right station after all. Both songs made me cry like a baby. Powerful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday and have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Therese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-440330657649391033?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/440330657649391033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=440330657649391033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/440330657649391033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/440330657649391033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/jeremy-camp.html' title='Jeremy Camp'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SfsZYwVmJxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9WSaSLoiVac/s72-c/jeremycamp3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6060348193976739809</id><published>2009-04-21T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:39:51.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Se50jZ9PmMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/m6Q8a9sBJS4/s1600-h/100_7287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327323560837880002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Se50jZ9PmMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/m6Q8a9sBJS4/s320/100_7287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. I've been spending the majority of my free time on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not even spending much time reading my favorite blogs either. Damn you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; for being so addicting. It's been awesome catching up with classmates I haven't seen in years, but I'm finally catching up with it and need to get back to my blogging and blog surfing, so here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Disney for Easter holiday. I'm not sure what it is about that place, because we got sick again this year. We went last year for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; and were sick then, too. You'd think we were a sickly family, but we're not. Must be the time of year. Oh well. We took 2 days going up, then 5 days at Disney, one day at the pool, then 2 days driving back. We were going to drive all the way back in 1 day, but when we got to Hammond, we hit that horrible weather and had to stop. Here's a quick recap of our week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magic Kingdom - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, can't think of anything that exciting there. Go figure, it's usually my favorite park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal Kingdom - Finally got to ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Expedition&lt;/span&gt; Everest. It was amazing. That goodness for Fast Passes. John and I each got to ride it twice because the kids couldn't/wouldn't. It's my new favorite ride at any of the parks. Rock n Roll Coaster is my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney/Hollywood Studios - Got to ride Toy Story Mania. It's pretty fun, but waiting in line an hour was not. Although the wait line is pretty interesting. Actually scored Fast Passes for R&amp;amp;R Roller Coaster, but it expired while we were waiting in line for Toy Story Mania. Other than Toy Story Mania nothing too exciting. Probably my least favorite park of all Disney parks. Oh yeah, and we got to sit through the new American Idol Experience.  It was really cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epcot - Okay, this is my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; least favorite park, but not this time. This time we actually spent 2 days at Epcot. We had a blast doing the Kim Possible missions. It was so much fun. Also, they were having a flower and garden festival (which is not really my thing, at all) but I enjoyed it so much. They had these amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;topiaries&lt;/span&gt; throughout the park. So pretty. Also, United Kingdom had the cutest tea cups with plants. Samantha and I took a tea tour. It was very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6060348193976739809?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6060348193976739809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6060348193976739809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6060348193976739809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6060348193976739809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-from-disney.html' title='Back from Disney'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Se50jZ9PmMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/m6Q8a9sBJS4/s72-c/100_7287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6085301580713934282</id><published>2009-02-18T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:21:02.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SZy3QmD5kLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IW8fiXZmF9o/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304315956858294450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SZy3QmD5kLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IW8fiXZmF9o/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is the worst day of the year for me.  It's the day I lost my mom.  It happened 5 years ago today.  Sometimes it still doesn't seem real.  It still hasn't quite sunk in that I'll never have another conversation with her on this earth.  This picture is of us on my wedding day (obviously).  I thought my mom was positively breath taking, and so beautiful.  We both had our hair and makeup done professionally and she was not at all happy with her look.  I still think she looked amazing, but she hated it and thought she looked like a wild woman.  There's not a person on this planet that could be further from the truth.  She was an amazing person, and I miss her so much.  I'd give anything for her advice, her fettuccini, or to hear her say her little "Praise the Lord".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6085301580713934282?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6085301580713934282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6085301580713934282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6085301580713934282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6085301580713934282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-mom.html' title='Missing Mom'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SZy3QmD5kLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/IW8fiXZmF9o/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1621975080644115107</id><published>2009-02-02T17:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:07:38.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Littlest Stinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SYeIfrVLMgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oisXu4xeOZg/s1600-h/100_6748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298353564413538818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SYeIfrVLMgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oisXu4xeOZg/s320/100_6748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a conversation between me and Benjamin when I picked him up from school today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "How was your day?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin:  "Good.  I got a sticker and a candy".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Surprised I said "You did"?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin: "Yes, (pause) but it's invisible".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You little stinker.  You're only 4 years old.  I'm afraid I'm gonna be in big trouble when you're older.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversation: Today, 2/2/09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo: Thanksgiving 2008  - Playing Rock Band at Nanny Susan's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1621975080644115107?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1621975080644115107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1621975080644115107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1621975080644115107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1621975080644115107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-littlest-stinker.html' title='My Littlest Stinker'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SYeIfrVLMgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oisXu4xeOZg/s72-c/100_6748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-3317516804509916965</id><published>2009-01-21T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:36:35.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhh, it's pouring...</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've all heard the saying, "When it rains, it pours", well, right now it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; pouring.  In the last month our computer crashed and we had to replace it, my vacuum cleaner broke, John's car died, and now our dryer won't work.  Another saying is bad things come in 3s.  Well, I've got 4 things damn it.    STOP -- I can't handle another 2.  We got another PC (John and Is Christmas to each other - sucks), John just bought another vehicle so now we have 2 car notes, UGH - sucks again.  My dryer is 16.5 years old, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much about that.  Waiting for a repair guy now to see what that damage is gonna be. The only one we somewhat lucked out on was that I hung onto my old Rainbow vacuum from 16.5 years ago.  Yeah, can you tell I've been married for 16.5 years, the dryer, the vacuum.  Oh, let me throw one more little thing in the mix.  The bar on the refrigerator door keeps falling off every time we open the door and everything on that shelf falls out.  Just a little minor annoyance, but hey, I'll take that if it counts as my #5.    So, anyway, here I am hoping it stops pouring soon so the sun really will come out tomorrow.  Thanks Annie.  I needed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-3317516804509916965?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3317516804509916965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=3317516804509916965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3317516804509916965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3317516804509916965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/ughhh-its-pouring.html' title='Ughhh, it&apos;s pouring...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6090720817452208205</id><published>2009-01-16T18:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:41:44.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2 layouts of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SXEnlpEspnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3w1bdxIc8CE/s1600-h/100_6878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292054564771243634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SXEnlpEspnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3w1bdxIc8CE/s320/100_6878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made 2 layouts pretty much exactly the same.  One for each of the kids books.  I need to maybe rethink how I am doing that.  Instead of duplicating layouts I could just make 1 layout and put it in a family album.  They can fight over the books when I'm gone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Nah, I'm pretty sure I'll continue to do what I'm doing.  The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; layout usually goes pretty fast anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out I did 36 layouts last year.  Not too bad for the girl who never scrapbooks, huh.  I started out 2008 with a bang (12 layouts in January) then had a few 0 and 1 page months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to complete more layouts in 2009 then I did in 2008.  That should be totally doable right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6090720817452208205?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6090720817452208205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6090720817452208205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6090720817452208205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6090720817452208205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-2-layouts-of-2009.html' title='First 2 layouts of 2009'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SXEnlpEspnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3w1bdxIc8CE/s72-c/100_6878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-949714346377440766</id><published>2009-01-16T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:32:33.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i am second</title><content type='html'>A must check out website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/"&gt;http://www.iamsecond.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to Monique McLean for posting this on her website.  I greatly enjoyed the site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-949714346377440766?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/949714346377440766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=949714346377440766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/949714346377440766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/949714346377440766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-second.html' title='i am second'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1304134208327398399</id><published>2009-01-02T13:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:15:16.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking about what I'm going to eat for supper.  I know, it's sad.  It's Friday afternoon and John usually picks up sushi on his way home from work on Friday's.  I'm thinking with the holidays and the broken work week, he'll probably forget it's Friday and come home empty handed.  That would be okay with me, because I'm actually thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amore's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pizzarama&lt;/span&gt;.  There's usually not many people there, so if/when the kids act up, it's usually not that big a deal.  Oh yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amore's&lt;/span&gt; also offers frozen drinks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think I could use one of those right now.  I'm off work today because Benjamin's day care was closed for New Years.  He and Samantha are quietly watching "Get Smart" (one of John's Christmas gifts) right now.  At least for the time being.  I'm sure it won't be long.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, here they go now.  Samantha's yelling at Benjamin to take off her boots.  Yes, he's wearing girls boots, but they're black and have buckles on them.  In his little mind they are cool pirate boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; plans for the New Year?  I typically don't make any New Year resolutions, but I think I need to change several things in my life.  I turn 40 this year, in just a few days, in fact.  I'm really looking forward to my 40s.  I didn't particularly enjoy my 30s, or the person I was in my 30s.  I figure it's time for me to grow up and be the Best Me I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry no photo.  My home computer is still down.  We got a new PC for Christmas, but it's still in the box.  Maybe this weekend John will be able to get it up and going.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1304134208327398399?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1304134208327398399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1304134208327398399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1304134208327398399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1304134208327398399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6601019010547683512</id><published>2008-12-22T18:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:44:07.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Luke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SVAy9aGS3qI/AAAAAAAAANg/hWR_BRDGBn0/s1600-h/rthats+the+spot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282778393464725154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SVAy9aGS3qI/AAAAAAAAANg/hWR_BRDGBn0/s320/rthats+the+spot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm an aunt again! For the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time.  Yep, you read right. I'm the youngest of 8 kids. This is my brother, Peter's 1st child.  Now we all have kids.  Welcome to Parenthood, Peter!  It's amazing (and tiring) and beautiful.  Can't wait to meet our newest addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6601019010547683512?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6601019010547683512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6601019010547683512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6601019010547683512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6601019010547683512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-luke.html' title='Welcome Luke!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SVAy9aGS3qI/AAAAAAAAANg/hWR_BRDGBn0/s72-c/rthats+the+spot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6120941082994418935</id><published>2008-11-25T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:48:35.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof kids live here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SSxIR4ZHQfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b5LSbN5DgFs/s1600-h/100_6713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SSxIR4ZHQfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b5LSbN5DgFs/s320/100_6713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272668735776702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying I'm going to clean off the fridge, but the truth is...&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm not sure what I want to take off.&lt;br /&gt;2) As soon as I clean it up, the kids think it's time to make something else.&lt;br /&gt;3) It always ends up just like this anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6120941082994418935?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6120941082994418935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6120941082994418935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6120941082994418935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6120941082994418935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/proof-kids-live-here.html' title='Proof kids live here...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SSxIR4ZHQfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b5LSbN5DgFs/s72-c/100_6713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2192879902454579675</id><published>2008-11-25T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:57:11.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Hugs'/><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>Click on Free Hugs title above to be directed to a touching video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2192879902454579675?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4' title='Free Hugs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2192879902454579675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2192879902454579675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2192879902454579675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2192879902454579675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4836751373056495976</id><published>2008-11-16T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:52:37.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it's been so long...</title><content type='html'>but my computer is sick.  Real sick.  It's unplugged and I've been unable to check emails, blog, or keep up with my on-line scrap classes at big picture, my creative classroom, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt; scraps.  I've been going crazy.  Feel so unplugged, literally.  I finally decided to blog on my work laptop (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;) just to let everyone know.  Just wanted everyone to know I'm not avoiding anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; father passed away last month.  He will be missed by so many people who loved him.  I'd like to share a story involving him.  Back in high school I went to Lesa's house one weekend to pick her up.  We did our usual mall, movie outing.  I couldn't help but feel like everyone was looking at me as we walked the mall.  We went to the food court to eat at Burger King.  As we're at the counter ordering our food I heard a couple guys behind me talking about what color polka dots that girl had on her panties.  My face flushed.  The panties they were talking about were mine. I was wearing light yellow shorts with polka dot undies underneath.  They were taking bets if they were blue or black dots.  I had not noticed you could see my panties through my shorts when I was getting dressed.  When our food arrived I turned and said they were blue polka dots, while quickly grabbing our food and heading to a table.  The next day Lesa shared what happened with her parents, and Mr Richard said he had noticed before we left.  I couldn't believe he had noticed and not said anything.  He let me go out like that?!  I was mortified.  He thought I had meant for them to be seem.  I know kids go through crazy fashion trends, but that's not one I would have followed.  Hey, maybe I started that trend.  How many times do we see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;visible&lt;/span&gt; bra straps and undies peeking out the top of pants.  Okay, so it took 20 years for my fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pas&lt;/span&gt; to take hold.  Nah, not even I want credit for that one.  God Bless, Mr Richard.  You will be sadly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4836751373056495976?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4836751373056495976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4836751373056495976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4836751373056495976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4836751373056495976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry it&apos;s been so long...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2259687414030258832</id><published>2008-10-17T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:18:11.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Denis Leary Ignorant Comment</title><content type='html'>Just another entertainer to boycott...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story taken from &lt;a href="http://autism.about.com/b/2008/10/16/denis-leary-calls-out-autism-parents-will-you-join-the-fray.htm?nl=1"&gt;http://autism.about.com/b/2008/10/16/denis-leary-calls-out-autism-parents-will-you-join-the-fray.htm?nl=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Denis Leary Calls Out Autism Parents; Will You Join the Fray?&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div class="date"&gt;Thursday October 16, 2008&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px 0pt 5px 5px; width: 120px; font-size: 0.8em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/autism/1/0/-/1/-/-/DenisLearyGetty.jpg" alt="ALT TEXT" style="border: medium none ; width: 120px; height: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getty Images&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    A few months ago, shock jock radio host Michael Savage received an extraordinary amount of publicity by calling out autism dads:    &lt;blockquote&gt;"I'll tell you what autism is. In 99 percent of the cases, it's a brat who hasn't been told to cut the act out. That's what autism is. What do you mean they scream and they're silent? They don't have a father around to tell them, 'Don't act like a moron. You'll get nowhere in life. Stop acting like a putz. Straighten up. Act like a man. Don't sit there crying and screaming, idiot.' "&lt;/blockquote&gt; True, Savage lost some advertisers, but as the credit card ads say - "ads? $5,000. publicity all over the net and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;primetime&lt;/span&gt; TV? priceless!"&lt;p&gt; Now, Denis Leary is tapping the same keg - and while I had hoped to avoid blogging on the subject, I was surprised this morning by seeing mention of Leary's ridiculous rants front and center on - AOL! AOL is nothing if not mainstream, so it seems that Mr. Leary has already succeeded in making a nickel off the backs of frustrated autism parents. Here's what he has to say (through the eyes of the &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/15/denis-leary-slams-autism_n_134749.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huffington&lt;/span&gt; Post&lt;/a&gt;):    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In his new book, "Why We Suck: A Feel-Good Guide to Staying Fat, Loud, Lazy and Stupid," the joke-slinging "Rescue Me" star writes about the brain disorder: "There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumb-ass kids can't compete academically, so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks . . . to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don't give a [bleep] what these crackerjack whack jobs tell you - yer kid is NOT autistic. He's just stupid. Or lazy. Or both."&lt;/blockquote&gt;  Autism Speaks has already &lt;a href="http://www.autismspeaks.org/statement_regarding_denis_leary_comments.php"&gt;run a response&lt;/a&gt;, which seems to me to be measured and appropriate:    &lt;blockquote&gt;We are deeply disappointed that television personality Denis Leary would misuse his celebrity, compromise his reputation, and exploit the real challenges of individuals with autism in making his recent extremely disrespectful and hurtful comments. His words reflect a complete ignorance of and lack of sensitivity to the true plight of families facing autism. Autism is not a joke. It is very real, especially to the families and caregivers whose lives are forever changed when their loved one receives an autism diagnosis. Autism is recognized globally as an urgent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;healthcare&lt;/span&gt; crisis. Unfortunately, in a country built on the tenets of freedom of speech, sometimes people with access to the media are able to spread harmful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mistruths&lt;/span&gt;. ...&lt;/blockquote&gt; Of course, this measured response isn't what Leary's looking for. By directly insulting US, the autism moms and dads, and suggesting that our kids are, in fact, lazy and stupid, he's appealing to our lowest instincts. What he wants is a good, solid, knock down drag out fight. Preferably in front of plenty of TV cameras, face to face with Jenny McCarthy and Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt; - so the story will be presented front and center on every TV station in America.&lt;p&gt;  What worries me is this: Denis Leary may get precisely what he wants.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2259687414030258832?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2259687414030258832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2259687414030258832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2259687414030258832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2259687414030258832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-entertainer-to-boycott.html' title='Denis Leary Ignorant Comment'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5052161120006623156</id><published>2008-10-17T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:02:55.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Husband Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiURj2nKHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Dp2p7uGW_7s/s1600-h/100_5830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiURj2nKHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Dp2p7uGW_7s/s320/100_5830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258115594358040690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned earlier I was in Minnesota last week.  I had driven myself to the airport on Monday since I had such an early flight out and was going to have a late flight back home on Saturday.  As I was standing in baggage claim waiting for my luggage, I feel someone touch my arm and say "Hi Mom".  I was shocked to see Samantha there.  I turned to see Benjamin and John joining us.  John knew it was going to be a long travel day for me, so he picked up my favorite sushi rolls (Shannon, Hetti, and Julie) from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oishi&lt;/span&gt; Sushi, along with an Iced Tea and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Edamame&lt;/span&gt;.  That man is the best thing to ever happen to me.  He always seems to know exactly what I want or need.  He never complains about my running around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, or going up to the MN office.  He even brings me sushi when I've been out of town.  How Wonderful is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5052161120006623156?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5052161120006623156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5052161120006623156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5052161120006623156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5052161120006623156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-husband-ever.html' title='The Best Husband Ever'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiURj2nKHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Dp2p7uGW_7s/s72-c/100_5830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4542806234601229883</id><published>2008-10-17T08:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:04:57.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthland'/><title type='text'>Another Week in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiRuc5rmqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-qrfj7ghkgg/s1600-h/100_6569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiRuc5rmqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-qrfj7ghkgg/s320/100_6569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258112792173189794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in the Minnesota office last week for Customer Service Week.  It's always nice to see everyone.  Connects me with my fellow co-workers.  Working from home is great, but it's nice to actually see people, too.  On Friday my supervisor, Darrin, took the Billing support team to eat at Whiskey Creek.  It was yummy.  After we all went bowling.  It was a riot.  Here's a picture of us at Whiskey Creek.  L-R: Wendie Engebretson, me, Darrin Wiest, Angie Gamradt, Sarah Anderson, Daina Lowe.  (missing were BobbiJo Matt and Micky Clark).  I must confess... I love working with these guys.  My team rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4542806234601229883?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4542806234601229883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4542806234601229883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4542806234601229883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4542806234601229883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-week-in-minnesota.html' title='Another Week in Minnesota'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SPiRuc5rmqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-qrfj7ghkgg/s72-c/100_6569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5304713438166892589</id><published>2008-09-28T13:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:05:33.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday boy'/><title type='text'>2nd layout this month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SN_VJS1NTBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kb6WkfcA-Vw/s1600-h/100_6523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SN_VJS1NTBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kb6WkfcA-Vw/s320/100_6523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251150046187834386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the simple things in life that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;1) This is the 2nd layout I've done this month.  Yes, I really am excited about that.  Why?  Because I only did 1 layout in August and 0 layouts in July.  So right now I've done twice as many layouts this month than I've done the last 2 months.  Thanks to Valerie Salmon and Janna Wilson, and their Got Sketch 102 class.  Yeah me, getting 2 layouts done this month!&lt;br /&gt;2) I really (I think) adapted Valerie's sketch to meet my needs.  Here's was a 2 page sketch, and I only needed one.  Her's had star embellishments that I used for this layout.  I'm usually one to follow a sketch pretty much exact, or as close as possible, and I did my own thing with this one.  Stepping outside the box there.  Yeah me, switching things up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;3) Again, more stepping outside the box.  I mixed Junkitz and Reminisce papers on this one.  I usually stay within 1 product line when scrapping.  Yeah me, mixing product lines!&lt;br /&gt;4) Besides the Junkitz and Reminisce papers, everything else is scraps.  Yeah me, using those scraps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journaling is hidden.  It reads...  Benjamin got breakfast brownies in bed for his 2nd birthday.  He didn't know quite what to think when we woke him up singing Happy Birthday, but I think he enjoyed his birthday breakfast treat.  April 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5304713438166892589?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5304713438166892589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5304713438166892589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5304713438166892589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5304713438166892589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-layout-this-month.html' title='2nd layout this month!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SN_VJS1NTBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kb6WkfcA-Vw/s72-c/100_6523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5937506234277678563</id><published>2008-09-24T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:14:14.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drink Thief'/><title type='text'>Layout time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SNrzdJkP-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yorwgyIWWDY/s1600-h/100_6507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SNrzdJkP-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yorwgyIWWDY/s320/100_6507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249775997763451330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah to GS102.  I actually got a page done last weekend.  It felt good to create something.  My layouts a little plain, but I tend to lean more on the simple side.  Benjamin's still a little drink thief.  He loves snatching drinks.  I really have to be careful when John makes me the occasional "adult" beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers and embellishments are CTMH.  Title is raw chipboard thickers inked brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5937506234277678563?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5937506234277678563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5937506234277678563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5937506234277678563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5937506234277678563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/layout-time.html' title='Layout time'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SNrzdJkP-cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yorwgyIWWDY/s72-c/100_6507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6942884875848733569</id><published>2008-09-15T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:44:03.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricanes'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo" src="http://www.lsp.org/photos/rita/photo11.jpg" width="400" height="300" /&gt; Man I hate hurricane season.  Gustav, then Ike.  Hopefully that's the last storm that comes our way this season.  I used to think the joke about Louisiana having 4 seasons (Hunting, Football, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crawfish&lt;/span&gt;, and Hurricane) was kind of cute, but it's just not cute anymore.  I've lived here all my life and grew up living through them, but they are just getting worse and more frequent.  It's really scary.  I'm trying to think of somewhere we could move that we wouldn't have any type of natural disasters.  Where in the US are there no earthquakes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tornados&lt;/span&gt;, hurricanes, mud slides, etc?  Does a place even exist?  These last 2 storms have made me so cranky. &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/4669958131904787705-6942884875848733569?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6942884875848733569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6942884875848733569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6942884875848733569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6942884875848733569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-season.html' title='Hurricane Season'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2580267585378957559</id><published>2008-08-19T21:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:25:55.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Hopkins'/><title type='text'>Meeting Janet Hopkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SKuF7K96JfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAV1tl1VmLQ/s1600-h/100_6482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SKuF7K96JfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAV1tl1VmLQ/s320/100_6482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236426243351127538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the pleasure of taking 2 classes this past weekend from scrapbooker Janet Hopkins.  She has the amazing job of scrapping for a living and  designing for Heidi Swapp.  Both of her classes were fantastic and she was so sweet.  It's nice meeting scrapbook "celebrities" who are so down to earth.  Please excuse the blurry picture (this was by far the better of the two).   I guess I really should have asked to take the picture before the margaritas and before 2:00am rolled around.  It was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://janethopkins.typepad.com/"&gt;http://janethopkins.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heidiswapp.com/"&gt;http://www.heidiswapp.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2580267585378957559?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2580267585378957559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2580267585378957559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2580267585378957559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2580267585378957559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-janet-hopkins.html' title='Meeting Janet Hopkins'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SKuF7K96JfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAV1tl1VmLQ/s72-c/100_6482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-98290012564400373</id><published>2008-08-07T09:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:04:37.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Day of School'/><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SJsNPmzIa1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/02uxYVxnGBI/s1600-h/100_6451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SJsNPmzIa1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/02uxYVxnGBI/s320/100_6451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789953885170514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd say Benjamin was excited about his 1st Day of School, wouldn't you?!  Hopefully he'll be just as excited about it when I pick him up in a couple of hours.  I can't help but wonder what he's doing right now.  Can't help but wonder if his teacher is going to be able to handle him.  She's got 16 kids in her class and I'm hoping they're not all as active as Benjamin is.  We brought him to orientation last night and he Loved his classroom.  He got to meet his teacher, Mrs Roxanna, and found where he's going to sit, etc.  We went to his classroom first, then we went to Samantha's class.  Benjamin asked if he could go back to his classroom, so I brought him to his classroom again.  Mrs Roxanna said it was a good sign that he wanted to go back.  He has been looking forward to "big boy school" ever since Samantha started at Mount Carmel last year.  Hopefully he'll continue to enjoy school.  It's so cute to see our little boy so stoked about school.  Gotta love this kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-98290012564400373?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/98290012564400373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=98290012564400373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/98290012564400373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/98290012564400373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SJsNPmzIa1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/02uxYVxnGBI/s72-c/100_6451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5729660909628582256</id><published>2008-07-27T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:39:33.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><title type='text'>Anniversary Date Night</title><content type='html'>My Sister kept the kids so John and I could have date night to celebrate our anniversary.  It was nice to go out without the kiddos.  We went see The Dark Knight (so-so, Heath Ledger was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eery&lt;/span&gt;), then went eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pimon&lt;/span&gt; Thai (Amazing as usual).  Then we caught a late night feature, Wanted.  Not sure what I thought about that one.  It was better than The Dark Knight, but still pretty unrealistic.  Angelina Jolie was beautiful as usual.  I just love her.  Tattoos and all.  I have wanted a tattoo since high school.  I've thought I'd found what I wanted a couple of times, but always changed my mind.  My latest tat I'm thinking of is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fleur&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lis&lt;/span&gt;.  One of these days I'll get one.  The location changes too.  I've always wanted one of the back of my shoulder, but I want one where I'll be able to see and enjoy it.  Oh well.  Back to my date...  This morning on the way to get the kids John and I had one more meal without the kids.  Zeus.  It was Amazing as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5729660909628582256?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5729660909628582256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5729660909628582256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5729660909628582256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5729660909628582256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/anniversary-date-night.html' title='Anniversary Date Night'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7918752602239249100</id><published>2008-07-25T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:54:26.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sixteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Sixteen Sweet Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIqB8Bb3w6I/AAAAAAAAAII/64RYeQmP6x4/s1600-h/07-25-2008+08%3B30%3B42PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIqB8Bb3w6I/AAAAAAAAAII/64RYeQmP6x4/s320/07-25-2008+08%3B30%3B42PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133185694352290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIqCZVj7v4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EzcTHEMJrTE/s1600-h/100_5663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIqCZVj7v4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EzcTHEMJrTE/s320/100_5663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133689313083266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was 16 years ago today that John and I got married.  Hard to believe it's been 16 years already.  Wow.  I'm happy to say that we're still together and still incredibly happy.  He's an amazing man and I would be lost without him.   I will say that I miss the newlywed us, but I wouldn't change it for the experiences we've shared.  Here's to us, sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7918752602239249100?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7918752602239249100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7918752602239249100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7918752602239249100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7918752602239249100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/sixteen-sweet-years.html' title='Sixteen Sweet Years'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIqB8Bb3w6I/AAAAAAAAAII/64RYeQmP6x4/s72-c/07-25-2008+08%3B30%3B42PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1585392594591840282</id><published>2008-07-22T23:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:32:27.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twist and Shout - Magic Springs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AR'/><title type='text'>Twist and Shout @ Magic Springs - Hot Springs, AR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIay53eIKvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YjmY0ul6T0c/s1600-h/TwistShout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIay53eIKvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YjmY0ul6T0c/s320/TwistShout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226061124822641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIay6IXqq3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/4J5k7psnJdE/s1600-h/100_6336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIay6IXqq3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/4J5k7psnJdE/s320/100_6336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226061129358945138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of our Hot Springs family vacation we spent the day at Magic Springs Amusement park.  It was terribly hot, but over all we all had a great time.  Benjamin wasn't tall enough to ride a lot of the rides.  One ride in particular he threw a fit about not being tall enough to ride was Twist and Shout.  You rode in these cute little cars and he wanted to ride it so bad.  John stayed with the kids while I went in line to ride.  All the riders getting off the ride always looked liked they were just getting off this thrilling coaster.  I thought it was so funny because it looked like this cute little kiddie coaster.  I was having a hard time figuring out why you had to be 48" to ride.  Well, let me tell ya.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad it was 48" because I'm scared what might have happened to Benjamin had he gotten on.  There were times I thought I was going to fall out the car and those turns slammed me into the bar that was between the 2 riders.  I couldn't wait to get off that damned ride, or should I say torture chamber.  It was not fun, it was not thrilling, it was painful.  I immediately bruised up.  Check out the picture.  The picture of me was taken 2 days after, but like I said, I immediately started bruising.  If you ever go to Magic Springs, do yourself a favor and skip Twist and Shout.  This ride should be banned.  I googled it to get a picture of the coaster and found links were someone was actually killed on this ride when it was at another park and in 2006 a 45 yr old women fell out of the car and was hospitalized.  I have no idea why this ride is still in operation.  Riders Beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1585392594591840282?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1585392594591840282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1585392594591840282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1585392594591840282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1585392594591840282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/twist-and-shout-magic-springs-hot.html' title='Twist and Shout @ Magic Springs - Hot Springs, AR'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SIay53eIKvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YjmY0ul6T0c/s72-c/TwistShout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5172214000843696070</id><published>2008-07-02T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:27:47.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><title type='text'>My Minnesota trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SGw4RnyqqwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/P4w3gZN4aAo/s1600-h/002x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SGw4RnyqqwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/P4w3gZN4aAo/s320/002x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218607943605988098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I had to go up to the Minnesota office for the week.  I had a nice trip.  Tuesday we had a team BBQ at a co-workers house.  It was nice to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; family.  It made me really miss my own.  Here's a photo of me with one of my co-workers Wendie and 2 of her 3 beautiful girls.    Wednesday Wendie and I went eat at Whiskey Creek.  It was a new restaurant in town and I had never been to one or even heard of it before.  If you ever have the opportunity to eat at one I strongly recommend it.  Check em out at &lt;a href="www.whiskeycreek.com"&gt;www.whiskeycreek.com&lt;/a&gt; for locations.  Then Thursday we were off to Lakeside to listen/watch Wendie's husbands band, Funky Gumbo.  They were a such a pleasure to watch.  Check them out at &lt;a href="www.funkygumbo.net"&gt;www.funkygumbo.net&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, all that talking about my after hours activities makes it sound like I didn't work at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5172214000843696070?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5172214000843696070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5172214000843696070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5172214000843696070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5172214000843696070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-minnesota-trip.html' title='My Minnesota trip'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SGw4RnyqqwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/P4w3gZN4aAo/s72-c/002x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5204747057925923840</id><published>2008-07-02T20:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:29:23.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wherethehellismatt'/><title type='text'>Must see video</title><content type='html'>Okay, I wasn't able to figure out how to post the video on blogger so I'll just have to share the web address.  If you haven't seen this, please check it out.  Dancing 2008.  I smiled, then cried, then smiled, then laughed, then smiled some more.  Amazing.   &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.wherethehellismatt.com"&gt;www.wherethehellismatt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5204747057925923840?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5204747057925923840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5204747057925923840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5204747057925923840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5204747057925923840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/must-see-video.html' title='Must see video'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1192720452049353125</id><published>2008-06-19T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:51:52.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Journey - Arnel Pineda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SFsWtZ41eCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rsIeBLwFo4c/s1600-h/Journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213785962910677026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SFsWtZ41eCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rsIeBLwFo4c/s320/Journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so John told me the other day that he saw Journey on Ellen and the new lead singer sounds incredibly like Steve Perry.  I really didn't think very much of it.  Then, a couple days later I got an email from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; in AR saying that she actually saw Journey in concert and sent me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; link to check 'em out.  I guess I wasn't all that interested because I never took the time and actually forgot about it.  Then,  tonight as we're going out for supper John grabs this Journey Revelation CD and puts it in.  We listened to it on the way to supper, then as we're on our way back home John asks if I noticed anything about what we're listening to.  He tells me we've been listening to the new singer.  Now he's got my attention.  I thought he was joking, so I looked at the CD case and low and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;behold..&lt;/span&gt;. not only does this singer sound incredibly like Perry, but he's Filipino... and kind of hot.  I just wouldn't expect to hear that voice coming out of his body.  John's watching the DVD right now and I hear it in the background.  Man, it amazing how a song can bring you back to a different time and place.  Right now I'm back to high school having a blast with my friends.  Driving around singing at the top of our lungs with the radio as loud as it can go.  Most people I talk to hated high school, but I loved it.  I can tell I'll be listening to some Van Halen, Scorpions, Triumph, Rush, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1192720452049353125?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1192720452049353125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1192720452049353125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1192720452049353125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1192720452049353125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey-arnel-pineda.html' title='Journey - Arnel Pineda'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SFsWtZ41eCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rsIeBLwFo4c/s72-c/Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2799797945150645946</id><published>2008-06-07T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:30:17.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEsmAkH0BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/k5csO9KLU24/s1600-h/100_5881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEsmAkH0BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/k5csO9KLU24/s320/100_5881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209299185122411906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started this layout on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NSD&lt;/span&gt; weekend at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LSS&lt;/span&gt;.  Over 1 month later and I finally finished the layout.  (I told you I'm a very slow scrapper and rarely bring a layout to completion).  I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.  Especially since I'm going to be able to put pictures from 6 years ago in an album.  Gotta love that.  That makes 3 layouts completed so far in June, and today is only the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Gotta love that, too!  Let's see if I can get a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; done tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2799797945150645946?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2799797945150645946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2799797945150645946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2799797945150645946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2799797945150645946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/procrastination-over.html' title='Procrastination Over'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEsmAkH0BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/k5csO9KLU24/s72-c/100_5881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4756547720242709074</id><published>2008-06-04T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:52:31.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 2 for 2 - Got Sketch 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEdUpFfNyFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ziFMcx8yr4c/s1600-h/100_5867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEdUpFfNyFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ziFMcx8yr4c/s320/100_5867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208224558901741650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm actually being productive with this class.  I'm 2 for 2 of posted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-class sketches.  Hot Dog!  Hopefully the up-coming sketches keep getting better and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4756547720242709074?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4756547720242709074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4756547720242709074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4756547720242709074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4756547720242709074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-2-for-2-got-sketch-101.html' title='I&apos;m 2 for 2 - Got Sketch 101'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SEdUpFfNyFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ziFMcx8yr4c/s72-c/100_5867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6659583309476315691</id><published>2008-06-02T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:26:33.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got some scrapping done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SES0G1fNyEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xD_-BfdMU1E/s1600-h/100_5853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SES0G1fNyEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xD_-BfdMU1E/s320/100_5853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207485098677356610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah me!  I got some scrapping done this weekend.  It took me 5 hours Saturday night/Sunday morning to do this layout... AND it was FROM A SKETCH.  (I swear it takes me just as long, if not longer, to scrap using a sketch).  I've got to be the slowest scrapper on Earth.  The sketch was from Valerie and Janna's Got Sketch class I'm taking on-line.  Gotta love sketches.  Class doesn't officially start until next week, but Valerie hooked us up with a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-class sketches to get us going.  I'm going to work on completing the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-class sketch tonight and take pics tomorrow.  2 layouts (almost) in 1 weekend.  It's been too long.  I miss scrapping.  I've GOT to make more time to scrap.  I guess I should have more time now that all my shows have finished.  Pretty much the only thing I'm watching at the moment is "So You Think You Can Dance".   I started watching it last season and I love it, especially Mia and Wade Robson's  choreography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6659583309476315691?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6659583309476315691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6659583309476315691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6659583309476315691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6659583309476315691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-some-scrapping-done.html' title='Got some scrapping done...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SES0G1fNyEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xD_-BfdMU1E/s72-c/100_5853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7345601001339363765</id><published>2008-05-27T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:44:01.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new addiction?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDzGJlfNyCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u7pVMjT1K14/s1600-h/Valerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDzGJlfNyCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u7pVMjT1K14/s320/Valerie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205253137317611554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I am officially addicted to taking on-line scrapbook classes.  www.bigpicturescrapbooking.com , www.nycscraps.com , and now I get an email from my pal, Valerie Salmon, that she and Janna Wilson have teamed up to offer on-lines classes.  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;, I am so there!  The class doesn't even start until June 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (Samantha's 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday).  We're having so much fun and the class hasn't even started yet.  They posted a blog roll in the forum and the people taking this class Rocks.  I am in awe of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many of these people.  Can't wait for class to start so I can enjoy looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; work.  I am so in need of motivation and inspiration and I just know this class is gonna give it to me.  I'm taking another on-line class at this very moment and I've been yet to be inspired.  I'm a bit disappointed this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7345601001339363765?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7345601001339363765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7345601001339363765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7345601001339363765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7345601001339363765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-addiction.html' title='A new addiction?!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDzGJlfNyCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/u7pVMjT1K14/s72-c/Valerie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4554490221967505341</id><published>2008-05-21T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:35:02.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>The ROCKER Wins!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDTdalfNyBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CfGPQwTBcxs/s1600-h/David+Cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026918329141266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDTdalfNyBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CfGPQwTBcxs/s320/David+Cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time a Rocker wins American Idol, and I'm SOOO glad it's David Cook. This guy is amazing. LOVE his voice. My, My, My. Can't wait to watch (and listen) to his career. I was a big Bo Bice fan, an even bigger Chris Daughtry fan, but I'm an even bigger David Cook fan. Love this guy. Wow. America got it right. Hmmm, I wonder if there will be an even bigger rocker on AI next year?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4554490221967505341?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4554490221967505341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4554490221967505341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4554490221967505341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4554490221967505341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/rocker-wins.html' title='The ROCKER Wins!!!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SDTdalfNyBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CfGPQwTBcxs/s72-c/David+Cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5584292554490636921</id><published>2008-05-15T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:31:21.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which TV Mom Are You?</title><content type='html'>	&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-style:solid; border-color:rgb(0,0,0); background-color:rgb(255,255,255);padding:0px;width:378px;margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader020408.jpg" width="378" height="39" border="0" style="margin-top:0px;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:353px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;Which TV Mom Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px 0px;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Roseanne Connor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:358px;padding:0px 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom-width:1px; border-bottom-style:solid; border-bottom-color:rgb(182,182,182);"&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0px 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/tvmom/images/roseanne_connor_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are Roseanne Connor from &lt;i&gt;Roseanne.&lt;/i&gt; You've probably got a sarcastic streak, and you may take some pleasure in embarrassing your brood. But ultimately, your kids know that when they really, really, really need to talk about something, you will listen...eventually. Truth is, you tend to see things from their points of view; you just don't like to let them in on that until necessary. &lt;br /&gt;That's your little secret. And while it may not be your style (or fit your schedule) to compulsively whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, if your kids want to microwave some popcorn and watch TV with you, there's always room on the couch, and even on your lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:358px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:rgb(33,129,218);text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=tvmomogt&amp;c=50652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMDkwODYzNTYyMiZwdD*xMjEwOTA4Njc4OTQ*JnA9NTkxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5584292554490636921?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5584292554490636921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5584292554490636921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5584292554490636921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5584292554490636921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/which-tv-mom-are-you.html' title='Which TV Mom Are You?'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5081044959039869439</id><published>2008-05-09T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:31:05.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SCUMkXbLzGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FVSSOtXx2hQ/s1600-h/apocalyptica-toronto-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SCUMkXbLzGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FVSSOtXx2hQ/s320/apocalyptica-toronto-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198575163771964514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; stoked.  I'm going see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow night (actually Sunday morning) at House of Blues in New Orleans.  I have loved these guys for about 12 years.  I can't begin to express the emotions their music stirs in me.  John has asked me to go see bands at House of Blues before and I've always told him No and that it would have to be someone pretty amazing for me to go there since there's no seating.  When he told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt; was going I immediately said YES!  I honestly can't think of anyone else at the moment that I would stand up all night to see.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; can't wait.  If you've never heard of them, please check them out.  3 cello players (not sure what happened to the 4th guy) from Finland who frickin' rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apocalyptica.com"&gt;http://www.apocalyptica.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbTozgoj9OQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbTozgoj9OQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqUXDdJ3C-c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqUXDdJ3C-c&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5081044959039869439?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5081044959039869439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5081044959039869439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5081044959039869439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5081044959039869439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/apocalyptica-baby.html' title='Apocalyptica Baby!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SCUMkXbLzGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FVSSOtXx2hQ/s72-c/apocalyptica-toronto-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5066301034238350865</id><published>2008-05-05T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:10:47.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NSD 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-TsXgmIvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ibZjaPoEnTs/s1600-h/100_5643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-TsXgmIvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ibZjaPoEnTs/s320/100_5643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197034885443101426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheila, Michelle, Teri, ME, Rebecca, and Lacey having dinner at Casa Ole Saturday night.  One of my favorite things about getting together with friends to crop is the food.  I love eating out with my scrapping buddies.  Also, I love that Simply Scrappin' is right next door to Fresh Market.  I went to Fresh Market for the first time Saturday night and I can't wait to go back to Fresh Market for more of those yummy Almond Pillow cookies.  I think I'm the only one actually looking forward to getting an even bigger "Fresh Market Cookie @$$", as Teri likes to call it.  Life's too short to not enjoy great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually completed 2 pages this weekend (Thanks Lacey!).  That's 2 pages more than I normally do.  I like the way Lacey scraps and I think the next time I crop I'm gonna have to try things her way.  Simply Scrappin' had an awesome crew cropping at the store.  There were some ladies from Mandeville and Lake Charles that were so much fun.  Can't wait to crop with these ladies again.  Lacey, Teri, Rebecca, Ali, Leanne, and myself were there representing the local girls.  What a fun group.  Hopefully everyone had as great a time as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5066301034238350865?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5066301034238350865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5066301034238350865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5066301034238350865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5066301034238350865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/nsd-2008.html' title='NSD 2008'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-TsXgmIvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ibZjaPoEnTs/s72-c/100_5643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1794388865042546039</id><published>2008-05-05T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:47:30.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no he didn't?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-NN3gmItI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5F1uBYkBPsc/s1600-h/100_5635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-NN3gmItI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5F1uBYkBPsc/s320/100_5635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197027764387324626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that'll teach me to leave my little stinker alone in my scrapbook room for a minute.  I walked out my room for just a minute and when I returned, this is what I found.  Benjamin in the process of taking all my CTMH and SU stamp sets out of their cases.  (The iris carts in the back ground contain my wood block stamps).  Gez, like my room isn't messy enough without him dumping out my stamps.  What a little mess maker.  Like I always say... it's a good thing he's so cute and lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1794388865042546039?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1794388865042546039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1794388865042546039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1794388865042546039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1794388865042546039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-no-he-didnt.html' title='Oh no he didn&apos;t?!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SB-NN3gmItI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5F1uBYkBPsc/s72-c/100_5635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5346950714874911259</id><published>2008-04-23T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:23:32.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA_udXgmIsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mSdqW9_VGzk/s1600-h/100_5518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA_udXgmIsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mSdqW9_VGzk/s320/100_5518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192631083675820738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation with Samantha as I was bringing her to school this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I bet you were good in Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh, what?  I'm sorry I was thinking.  What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I bet you were good in Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess.  I liked Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Yeah, I bet it was easy.  You didn't have as much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Samantha Jane! Get out my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation: 4.23.08&lt;br /&gt;Photo: 3.25.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5346950714874911259?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5346950714874911259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5346950714874911259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5346950714874911259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5346950714874911259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-what.html' title='Say What?!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA_udXgmIsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mSdqW9_VGzk/s72-c/100_5518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8752780180168634532</id><published>2008-04-21T21:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:12:57.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>New Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA1T7XgmIqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUcSHm8fkKI/s1600-h/100_5588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA1T7XgmIqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUcSHm8fkKI/s320/100_5588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191898224816169634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA1T7ngmIrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/riu2B412Tfg/s1600-h/100_5620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA1T7ngmIrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/riu2B412Tfg/s320/100_5620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191898229111136946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John had enough of my David Cassidy hair style and has been asking for me to go short.  I went to Robert M's and had him give me a nice short cut.  Here are some before and after shots.  The after shot isn't very good.  I was outside at the end of the day.  It's actually cuter than this.  I wasn't sure about it at first, but it's been a couple of days now and I'm enjoying it much better now.  Seems like when my hair is long it's always in a pony tail anyway.  I'm sure I'll be really happy with it this summer.  It's already in the 80s here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8752780180168634532?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8752780180168634532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8752780180168634532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8752780180168634532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8752780180168634532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-do.html' title='New Do'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/SA1T7XgmIqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUcSHm8fkKI/s72-c/100_5588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6810192344820660481</id><published>2008-04-17T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:13:47.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been a bad blogger, but I've been busy.  Let's catch up on April, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 4. Met up with 4 remaining Lafayette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DHS&lt;/span&gt; employees at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tampico's&lt;/span&gt; for food, drinks, and catching up.  Had a nice time... Yes, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 5.  Garage Sale at Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scrappin&lt;/span&gt;'.  Sold for $110 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smackeroos&lt;/span&gt;.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 10.  Benjamin turns 4 years old.  Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 11.  Texas Roadhouse and my little buddy didn't want to sit in the saddle.  Missed photo op.  Brought remaining garage sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrappin&lt;/span&gt;' supplies to best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrappin&lt;/span&gt;' buddy, Teri, to bring to another sale in Baton Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 12.  Decided to go to Baton Rouge with Teri and Lacey to drop off garage sale stash and shop at 2 BR stores.  Got some great scrappy supplies.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 13. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CTMH&lt;/span&gt; Stamp class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having very busy work weeks, in addition to the very busy weekends.  Seems like I haven't had a day to just do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday I am going cut my hair, going get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;, going take a card class and catch up on Creative Cafe projects.  So, I will probably have another busy weekend.  man-o-man.  With all this busy body stuff going on I haven't had a chance to scrapbook.  I haven't done any scrapping yet this month and I definitely have a couple of things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do.  Yes, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to.  Why, do you ask?  Because I am Simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scrappin's&lt;/span&gt; Guest Creative Designer this month!   I also need to get some photos of me to give to E.  I'll probably post some before and after hair cut pics here, too.  I've got so much to do and definitely not enough time to do it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6810192344820660481?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6810192344820660481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6810192344820660481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6810192344820660481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6810192344820660481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1766741614712354754</id><published>2008-03-25T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:35:25.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guinea Pig'/><title type='text'>New addition to the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R-k3MkmxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6bL8fpwBNYM/s1600-h/100_5380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181733535390712770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R-k3MkmxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6bL8fpwBNYM/s320/100_5380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R-k2vkmxQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XwTRL68ELXw/s1600-h/100_5535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181733037174506418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R-k2vkmxQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XwTRL68ELXw/s320/100_5535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha has been asking for a guinea pig from a while. We made a deal with her that if she brought home all A's and B's we'd get one for her. Well, 3rd quarter report card came out and our little girl made honor roll. So, it was off to the pet store to check out the guinea pigs. I had no idea what they were. I had no idea they looked like rats. Ewww.  (Also, have no idea when I became such a sissy).  To make it worse (I think) Samantha wanted a white one. I couldn't help but think about lab rats when I saw it. I wanted nothing to do with it for the 1st couple of days, but then I heard it. They actually make very cute sounds.  Our cat, Ramone, seems to get along with Fluffy pretty well. He's definitely curious. &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/4669958131904787705-1766741614712354754?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1766741614712354754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1766741614712354754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1766741614712354754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1766741614712354754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-addition-to-family.html' title='New addition to the family'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R-k3MkmxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6bL8fpwBNYM/s72-c/100_5380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-547666033564739479</id><published>2008-03-13T10:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:46:05.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Gleason'/><title type='text'>No, Steve Gleason, Say it isn't so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R9lKc1rBLMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UC8Ktl-KwWE/s1600-h/steve%2Bgleason_060507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177251105943399618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R9lKc1rBLMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UC8Ktl-KwWE/s320/steve%2Bgleason_060507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John just called me to say Steve Gleason is retiring. Noooooo. I loved watching this guy play ball. When John and I had season tickets a few years ago I had no idea who he was. But, as I watched I noticed #37 always seemed to be in the action. This guy was fast, and he had curly hair sticking out of his helmet. I asked John who #37 was and he said Gleason. I pulled out the program and said Hmmmm. He's a cutie. Since then, my eyes were always on #37 when he was on the field. He seems to be an amazing guy off the field, too. He grows his hair long, then cuts it to donate to Locks of Love. He was also very active in giving back to New Orleans after Katrina. What an amazing guy. You will be missed, buddy. Best of Luck to you. Watching Saints football will not be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-547666033564739479?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/547666033564739479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=547666033564739479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/547666033564739479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/547666033564739479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-steve-gleason-say-it-isnt-so.html' title='No, Steve Gleason, Say it isn&apos;t so...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R9lKc1rBLMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UC8Ktl-KwWE/s72-c/steve%2Bgleason_060507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-376379613405751702</id><published>2008-03-02T16:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:48:12.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoirs Store Closing'/><title type='text'>Another SB Store Bites the Dust...</title><content type='html'>I received emails from Valerie Salmon and Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scattereggia&lt;/span&gt; this weekend that Dave decided to close the doors in 2 weeks of Memoirs in Carmel, IN. This is the store that I'd order some of Valerie and Julie's class kits. The girls there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; lucky to have 2 "celebrity designers" there to take classes from. They also decided to cancel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DWE&lt;/span&gt;4. Bummer. Originally it was planned for this weekend and I couldn't go because of my nephews wedding, but then it got pushed back to April 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I was still on the fence about going. I was still leaning towards it, but was waiting to hear what the projects were going to be. It's always sad to hear of a store closing. Even ones 950 miles away. I guess I won't be needing that Customer Appreciation Card anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-376379613405751702?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/376379613405751702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=376379613405751702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/376379613405751702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/376379613405751702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-bites-dust.html' title='Another SB Store Bites the Dust...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6262244600067968748</id><published>2008-02-24T21:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:04:31.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R8IxrLriElI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bswQAVfVgfg/s1600-h/Ben1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170749940114264658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R8IxrLriElI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bswQAVfVgfg/s320/Ben1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R8IxrLriEmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-QJVJwL60QE/s1600-h/Ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170749940114264674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R8IxrLriEmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-QJVJwL60QE/s320/Ben2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John and I went back to Baton Rouge again today. We had bought a few used cds and dvds from FYE and one of the CDs I bought was a 2 disc set and it had 2 disc Ones in it when I opened it. So it was back to Baton Rouge today to exchange it for another set. John had heard about another great restaurant he wanted to try. We went to P.F.Chang's. We were not impressed. When we got to my sisters to pick up the kids, they had decorated cookies. Looks like everyone had a great weekend. At the moment, Life is very Good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Matthew: Thanks so much for the wonderful photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="DSC_0001" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/matthewduhon/2289821488/"&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/4669958131904787705-6262244600067968748?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6262244600067968748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6262244600067968748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6262244600067968748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6262244600067968748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/date-day.html' title='Date Day'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R8IxrLriElI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bswQAVfVgfg/s72-c/Ben1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6892473532712870805</id><published>2008-02-24T00:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:32:08.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date Night'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>My wonderful sister, Susan, offered to babysit the kids tonight so John and I could have some alone time.  (Have I told you how much I LOVE my sister)?  John and I went to Baton Rouge to eat at Superior Grill.  He had heard great things about it and let me tell you... it was Fabulous.  Everything was Amazing, especially the Margarita.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Half way through I couldn't feel my nose.  That's the sign of a good Margarita in my book.  :-)  Then we went see Jumper.  It was okay, I guess.  I was still a little buzzed, so don't hold me to it.  After the show we grabbed dessert at Marble Slab and I had yummy Strawberry Shortcake.   It was a great date.  Thanks Susan.  You're the Best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6892473532712870805?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6892473532712870805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6892473532712870805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6892473532712870805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6892473532712870805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2474375442260958112</id><published>2008-02-17T15:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:40:47.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'>We're Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7indLriEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iXYnBwVImqE/s1600-h/100_4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064692201067058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7indLriEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iXYnBwVImqE/s320/100_4982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7indrriEkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GS_ApoX5uNQ/s1600-h/100_5083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064700791001666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7indrriEkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GS_ApoX5uNQ/s320/100_5083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7im97riEiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Kz0py9mlve4/s1600-h/100_4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064155330155042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7im97riEiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Kz0py9mlve4/s320/100_4957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7imx7riEhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/p0shCPyg7vM/s1600-h/100_4930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168063949171724818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7imx7riEhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/p0shCPyg7vM/s320/100_4930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was horrible. All 4 of us were sick. We tried to make the best of it, but just couldn't do it. Benjamin started running fever on our drive up. Samantha still hadn't totally recovered from being sick the week before. A day or two into the trip, John started running fever too. Then it was my turn again. How miserable, to be at the Happiest place on earth and to be sick. We weren't too happy. We even cut our trip short and canceled on meeting my Dad at Anna Maria Island and decided to just head home instead. We got back Thursday night and tried to get to the doctor on Friday. He was leaving early and suggested we go to the hospital for flu tests. Thankfully it was negative, so evidently we all just picked up some super bug. Can't wait until we're ALL feeling better. We all still have a lingering cough and are still congested. I guess the fact that it's 40 degrees 1 day, then 80 degrees a couple days later isn't helping. We're running the heater one day, then the AC, then it's back to the heater. It drives me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a couple of Disney pics.  Looks like we had a wonderful time, huh?  I will say this, every time we go the number of pictures we take is greatly reduced.  I only took 184 Disney pics this year.  I'd love to go back to 2001, 2002, and 2003 to see just how many pictures I take each time we go.  I would have thought I would have taken more being this was Benjamin's 1st Disney trip.  I guess the fact we all felt like shit didn't help.  Oh well.   Also, this was the 1st Disney trip that I had a digital camera.  It's a shame to think I took waaayy more pics back when I used film.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2474375442260958112?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2474375442260958112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2474375442260958112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2474375442260958112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2474375442260958112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/we_17.html' title='We&apos;re Back...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R7indLriEjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iXYnBwVImqE/s72-c/100_4982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5363461768457005517</id><published>2008-02-02T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:49:57.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off...</title><content type='html'>to Florida for Mardi Gras break.   Blog at ya next week.  Off to play with Mickey Mouse and spend a day or two at Anna Maria.   Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-5363461768457005517?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5363461768457005517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5363461768457005517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5363461768457005517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5363461768457005517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6149708838581862316</id><published>2008-01-30T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:54:45.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Man, I need this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R6EqCWywqjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3Cek0gUnNw/s1600-h/Therese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161452867909888562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R6EqCWywqjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3Cek0gUnNw/s320/Therese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking through pictures to add to my blog I came across this one. Man, I miss this. This was Summer 2006. My BFF since grade school and I left our kids with our husbands and headed to the beach. It was Wonderful. No responsibility, no fighting, no bickering, just us, the beach, and a few adult beverages. Man, that was the life. I long for that again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6149708838581862316?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6149708838581862316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6149708838581862316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6149708838581862316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6149708838581862316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-i-need-this.html' title='Man, I need this...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R6EqCWywqjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/s3Cek0gUnNw/s72-c/Therese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-3904265456474687954</id><published>2008-01-29T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:36:27.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5-b02ywqhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VtVRSrRmklA/s1600-h/100_4876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161015030353799698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5-b02ywqhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VtVRSrRmklA/s320/100_4876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've been working on updating my blog. I'm gonna try to update it more often. (Hope you like the music option I just added). I'm trying to add a daily photo log, but I'm having a hard time finding one to use for blogger. Hmmm. I'll have to keep looking into that one. Until then, here's a photo I wanted to share... I was doing laundry and when I came back into the living room, what did I find? Samantha sitting on the hamper with Benjamin trapped inside. Don't worry, he was enjoying it as much as Samantha, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-3904265456474687954?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3904265456474687954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=3904265456474687954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3904265456474687954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3904265456474687954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-of-day.html' title='Photo of the day'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5-b02ywqhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VtVRSrRmklA/s72-c/100_4876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8189318876683449522</id><published>2008-01-27T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:20:33.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween layouts'/><title type='text'>6 layouts in 1 night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5z1a2ywqgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Kw25dp9k_Nk/s1600-h/100_4867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160269114793568770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5z1a2ywqgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Kw25dp9k_Nk/s320/100_4867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5z1RGywqfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B1_9dQLwjQQ/s1600-h/100_4873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160268947289844210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5z1RGywqfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B1_9dQLwjQQ/s320/100_4873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I can't remember the last time I was so productive in 1 evening, AND they were all done before midnight. Woo Hoo for me. Basically I'm now all caught up on Halloween. I completed 3 layouts for Benjamin's book and 3 for Samantha's book for Halloween 2005, 2006, and 2007. The layouts are even in their books. Finis. Here's a couple of them. &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/4669958131904787705-8189318876683449522?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8189318876683449522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8189318876683449522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8189318876683449522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8189318876683449522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/6-layouts-in-1-night.html' title='6 layouts in 1 night!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5z1a2ywqgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Kw25dp9k_Nk/s72-c/100_4867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8018662499990325203</id><published>2008-01-24T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:13:21.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd Birthday layout'/><title type='text'>3rd Birthday - Layout time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lhImywqeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fnqsC3H8Ofw/s1600-h/100_4843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159261648609913314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lhImywqeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fnqsC3H8Ofw/s320/100_4843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lfImywqdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/V3N-SKWmOOg/s1600-h/100_4843.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, John and I were talking the other day about how fast Benjamin is growing up. We just registered him for prek next year. Our little boy is going to be 4 in April. Amazing. That got me to thinking... I haven't scrapbooked any of his birthdays yet. Not even his 1st birthday. Isn't that horrible?! So, it got me motivated. I went in my room and got his 3 birthday pics together and picked one to scrap. Figured I start with the most recent and go backwards. So, here's his 3rd birthday layout. Sorry for the bad scan. One of these days I'll get better at photographing my layouts (that or I'll have John start scanning and stitching them again). Probably didn't help that I reverted back to my old standing on a chair ways and getting on top of the layout. It's been very rainy and gloomy (and cold) here, so I couldn't go outside to take it in natural light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8018662499990325203?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8018662499990325203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8018662499990325203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8018662499990325203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8018662499990325203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/3rd-birthday-layout-time.html' title='3rd Birthday - Layout time!!!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lhImywqeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fnqsC3H8Ofw/s72-c/100_4843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-306102977025381033</id><published>2008-01-24T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:00:24.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5ldfWywqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/4h5EiISD03M/s1600-h/heath+ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159257641405426114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5ldfWywqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/4h5EiISD03M/s320/heath+ledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh no.  how very very sad.  i Love this guy.  he's handsome and so sexy.  love the voice, the smile, the hair.  he was such a tall drink of water.  I first saw him in 10 things I hate about you and couldn't think of I thing I didn't love about this guy.  i can't believe I'll never see him in another movie.  hopefully they still release the dark knight, although I'm not sure I want to see the movie that troubled him so much he couldn't get it out of his head.  he'll be so missed.  I know I will.  God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-306102977025381033?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/306102977025381033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=306102977025381033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/306102977025381033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/306102977025381033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger.html' title='Heath Ledger'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5ldfWywqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/4h5EiISD03M/s72-c/heath+ledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-7810819720246735684</id><published>2008-01-24T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:49:08.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cappuccino'/><title type='text'>Nooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lawGywqbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vpuYRuNHoqM/s1600-h/100_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159254630633351602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lawGywqbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vpuYRuNHoqM/s320/100_4846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this may sound silly, but I'm so upset. Yesterday I was feeling very sluggish and just down right exhausted, (and cold). I went to make a cup of something warm to drink. I grabbed the cappuccino to see if it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, what did I see? My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; cappuccino has trans fat!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? How did that happen?! i LOVE this stuff. It's not supposed to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; trans fat. What am I supposed to drink now?! Silly, I know, but this totally bummed out my whole day. I guess I'll have to switch back to my hot tea, and international coffees.  Oh, and it's not just a little trans fat (family doctor says no such thing).  It has 1.5g of trans fat. Heart disease is just too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; in my family to allow for any trans fat.  I can't tell you how many of these canisters I've gone through.  Now I'm off to mourn my favorite cappuccino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-7810819720246735684?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7810819720246735684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=7810819720246735684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7810819720246735684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/7810819720246735684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/nooooo.html' title='Nooooo'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R5lawGywqbI/AAAAAAAAADo/vpuYRuNHoqM/s72-c/100_4846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-3349208574494082574</id><published>2008-01-13T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:29:14.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painted background page'/><title type='text'>You make Me... SO Very Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qBQsLPDuI/AAAAAAAAADg/I6_rGFSeeTc/s1600-h/100_4815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155074847215128290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qBQsLPDuI/AAAAAAAAADg/I6_rGFSeeTc/s320/100_4815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love how this layout came out. Completely out of my comfort zone with this one. I painted a blue sheet of paper with blue and green paints and kind of blended them all together. This is my first painted background layout. This is also my first layout journaling directly on a photo. Also used Heidi Swapp chipboard letters.  The page is 12x12 although it's cut slightly on the left hand side to hide blocks holding page down.  The photos are also a bit curled up causing the black shadow, but I wanted to get this page copied and blogged as soon as I could.  I believe this is also the 1st layout I've ever done for my husband.  Lots of firsts on this one.  Guess that's why I'm loving it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-3349208574494082574?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3349208574494082574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=3349208574494082574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3349208574494082574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/3349208574494082574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-make-me-so-very-happy.html' title='You make Me... SO Very Happy.'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qBQsLPDuI/AAAAAAAAADg/I6_rGFSeeTc/s72-c/100_4815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2739240750086074789</id><published>2008-01-13T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:21:33.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graffiti Stamping'/><title type='text'>Graffiti Stamping in Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qAIMLPDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/hpKvsX4xgqw/s1600-h/100_4819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155073601674612434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qAIMLPDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/hpKvsX4xgqw/s320/100_4819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I love love love how this came out. Used multiple colors of paint with acrylic stamps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought to use paint on my acrylic stamps.  Especially a stamp like this that had a lot of detail.  Background is dry brushed, then acrylic stamped (Technique Tuesday) with purple, pink, then orange colored paint.  I so badly wanted to put a picture on it and call it a layout.  LOL.  But, this is for my 6x6 Art Journal.  I can see me duplicating it for a layout when I come across the right photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2739240750086074789?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2739240750086074789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2739240750086074789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2739240750086074789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2739240750086074789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/graffiti-stamping-in-paint.html' title='Graffiti Stamping in Paint'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4qAIMLPDtI/AAAAAAAAADY/hpKvsX4xgqw/s72-c/100_4819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2737642853765256843</id><published>2008-01-13T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:00:17.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6x12 layouts'/><title type='text'>6x12 layouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6EsLPDqI/AAAAAAAAADA/fuYF6GBAopc/s1600-h/100_4817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155066944475303586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6EsLPDqI/AAAAAAAAADA/fuYF6GBAopc/s320/100_4817.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6ScLPDrI/AAAAAAAAADI/JI_yRwiIvmE/s1600-h/100_4818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155067180698504882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6ScLPDrI/AAAAAAAAADI/JI_yRwiIvmE/s320/100_4818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6fcLPDsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y_U61FBj5Yo/s1600-h/100_4816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155067404036804290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6fcLPDsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y_U61FBj5Yo/s320/100_4816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently started playing around with 6x12 page sizes.  I like the smaller work canvas.  It's much more doable for me.  It was hard for me to get started so the first 2 layouts were basically a 12x12 that I split in half.  Not sure why the color in the 1st layout is off.  The colors should match the 2nd layout.  The 3rd layout is a layout I did for Emily's Got Paint class using Graffiti-stamping with multiple stamps.  It's also an ACOT January challenge layout (write a letter and use note paper).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2737642853765256843?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2737642853765256843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2737642853765256843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2737642853765256843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2737642853765256843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/6x12-layouts.html' title='6x12 layouts'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p6EsLPDqI/AAAAAAAAADA/fuYF6GBAopc/s72-c/100_4817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1194409121925453756</id><published>2008-01-13T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:50:04.070-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got Paint? 4 favorites'/><title type='text'>Got Paint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p4_8LPDpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q6P6YvCy6iY/s1600-h/100_4820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155065763359297170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p4_8LPDpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q6P6YvCy6iY/s320/100_4820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking Emily Falconbridge's BPS Got Paint class and I'm really liking it. I've never really painted before, except to paint chipboard, and I'm really liking it. I even went out and bought a nice assortment of brushes. Here's a photo of 4 of my favorite techniques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is color wash, pink is acrylic glaze, white is gesso with circles, and orange is etched.  I really getting out of my box and loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1194409121925453756?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1194409121925453756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1194409121925453756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1194409121925453756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1194409121925453756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/got-paint.html' title='Got Paint?'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R4p4_8LPDpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/q6P6YvCy6iY/s72-c/100_4820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8024275245079012196</id><published>2007-12-23T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:59:12.914-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KC Rocks'/><title type='text'>It's a sad day...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was thinking about going in my newly somewhat cleaned up scrapbook room (at least my table has been freshly cleared off and cleaned, go Me!) and was looking for some inspiration to get my butt in my room.  I realized I hadn't checked out Kristina Contes blog in a long time.  I just love her funky style.  This girl rocks!  Well, to my diappointment, her blog has been made private.  I can't really say I'm shocked.  I can't begin to imagine what she has been going through and the comments that have been made about her.  So, off I go to check the DARE website &lt;a href="http://www.efferdares.com/"&gt;www.efferdares.com&lt;/a&gt; in serach of some KC layouts.  The first layout of hers I found has broken my heart.  &lt;a href="http://www.efferdares.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/dear-kc.jpg"&gt;http://www.efferdares.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/dear-kc.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey KC, stay strong and stay tough.  There's a world out there who loves you and those who don't are just jealous.  Try not to let them get you down, sweetie.  And please, keep rockin' those layouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="dear-kc.jpg" href="http://www.efferdares.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/dear-kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8024275245079012196?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8024275245079012196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8024275245079012196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8024275245079012196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8024275245079012196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-sad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a sad day...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-4875702840035038591</id><published>2007-12-04T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:29:50.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HS playing card swap'/><title type='text'>Altered HS playing cards - LSS swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1VyTK7929I/AAAAAAAAACw/6bgaBKA_hxg/s1600-h/100_4565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140140223392242642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1VyTK7929I/AAAAAAAAACw/6bgaBKA_hxg/s320/100_4565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1VyFK7928I/AAAAAAAAACo/USvQYdSPhn0/s1600-h/100_4564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140139982874074050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1VyFK7928I/AAAAAAAAACo/USvQYdSPhn0/s320/100_4564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vxzq7927I/AAAAAAAAACg/4C-0HG6wwo4/s1600-h/100_4563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140139682226363314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vxzq7927I/AAAAAAAAACg/4C-0HG6wwo4/s320/100_4563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vxca7926I/AAAAAAAAACY/w2BlsnH7Nhk/s1600-h/100_4562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140139282794404770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vxca7926I/AAAAAAAAACY/w2BlsnH7Nhk/s320/100_4562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vw_q7925I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3fyn4GuJ1P4/s1600-h/100_4561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140138788873165714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1Vw_q7925I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3fyn4GuJ1P4/s320/100_4561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth at Simply Scrapping is having an altered Heidi Swapp playing card swap. She got the idea from Heidi Swapp’s A Year to Remember class at &lt;a href="http://bigpicturescrapbooking.com/"&gt;Big Picture Scrapbooking&lt;/a&gt;. We're each altering 10 cards using your favorite quote. Keep 1 for yourself, one for the store, and the other 8 will be swapped. I had a hard time picking 1 quote, so I picked 4. Here's my cards. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-4875702840035038591?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4875702840035038591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=4875702840035038591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4875702840035038591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/4875702840035038591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/12/altered-hs-playing-cards-lss-swap.html' title='Altered HS playing cards - LSS swap'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/R1VyTK7929I/AAAAAAAAACw/6bgaBKA_hxg/s72-c/100_4565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-8684019254200508195</id><published>2007-11-10T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:30:56.030-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Feet layout'/><title type='text'>Got some scrapping done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RzYv7oKqG-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xQr7XMm9FNo/s1600-h/100_4532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131341526876167138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RzYv7oKqG-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xQr7XMm9FNo/s320/100_4532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been taking a lot of on-line classes, and purchasing class kits from out of state stores. (I can't wait until my new LSS opens next month!) I finally finished a layout that has been sitting on my crop table for about 3 weeks.  Can't believe how long it took me to finish this layout.  I'm still not that happy with it, but I am so happy I can call it done.  Not to mention I've been having these photos for almost 4 years and now they are finally scrapped.  Gotta love that.  I even had the smaller photos cropped into the smaller sizes, and when I saw the sketch I immediately thought of these photos. Samantha was 6 yrs old and so sassy.  Gotta love that spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-8684019254200508195?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8684019254200508195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=8684019254200508195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8684019254200508195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/8684019254200508195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/got-some-scrapping-done.html' title='Got some scrapping done!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RzYv7oKqG-I/AAAAAAAAACI/xQr7XMm9FNo/s72-c/100_4532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6730663085281213446</id><published>2007-11-01T12:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:26:27.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodies'/><title type='text'>Scrapping Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoIX3X4DJI/AAAAAAAAACA/roZO7MDhRTU/s1600-h/100_4502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127920331808836754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoIX3X4DJI/AAAAAAAAACA/roZO7MDhRTU/s320/100_4502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo Hoo! I won a pack of Scrapbook Goodies from a new LSS that hasn't even opened yet. (Thanks Elizabeth!) Can't wait for the new store to open. Seems like it's been a year since I heard rumer of a new store opening in town, and it's finally getting close to opening.  I so need a crop night away from home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6730663085281213446?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6730663085281213446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6730663085281213446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6730663085281213446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6730663085281213446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/scrapping-goodies.html' title='Scrapping Goodies'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoIX3X4DJI/AAAAAAAAACA/roZO7MDhRTU/s72-c/100_4502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1856904373343956120</id><published>2007-11-01T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:16:02.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynOfXX4DGI/AAAAAAAAABs/TB7HyblJhug/s1600-h/100_4487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127856688983444578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynOfXX4DGI/AAAAAAAAABs/TB7HyblJhug/s320/100_4487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynOQ3X4DFI/AAAAAAAAABk/OeOhC5LBkOo/s1600-h/100_4472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127856439875341394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynOQ3X4DFI/AAAAAAAAABk/OeOhC5LBkOo/s320/100_4472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynNYnX4DEI/AAAAAAAAABc/iyHcZQ1Nx5I/s1600-h/100_4465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855473507699778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynNYnX4DEI/AAAAAAAAABc/iyHcZQ1Nx5I/s320/100_4465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha has long gotten over wanting to be something cute for Halloween.  This year she was a Skeleton Rocker Grrrrl.  Benjamin was a pirate (Captain Jack).  Samantha also bugged John and I into dressing up this year, too.  John took the kids and went as a very disgusting Davey Jones and I dressed up as Sally from Nightmare before Christmas.  We had more fun dressing up, than the actual event.  Since Samantha started a new school this year, we decided it was important to stay home and be more involved in our own neighborhood and community, instead of going to John's aunts house in Lafayette.  Boy, were we ever disappointed.  I only had about 6 sets of Trick or Treaters, probably about 12 kids total.  The kids came home with such a sparse amount of candy.  Not that they needed a lot, since I now have so much left over, but it meant they didn't really get to do much trick or treating.  Benjamin seemed to have a great time regardless, but it was a bit disappointing for Samantha.  John said they were the only ones walking.  Everyone else trick or treated via automobile.  How disappointing?!  Well, at least I got some awesome photos this year and I'm looking forward to doing a layout for each of the kids albums.  I had even planned ahead and already have papers and embellishments ready to use.  Gotta love the skulls that are so hot and trendy right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1856904373343956120?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1856904373343956120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1856904373343956120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1856904373343956120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1856904373343956120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RynOfXX4DGI/AAAAAAAAABs/TB7HyblJhug/s72-c/100_4487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2323390711300349229</id><published>2007-10-22T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:24:58.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi'/><title type='text'>Sushi anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rx1pADhFG1I/AAAAAAAAABU/0DRXocK8Sco/s1600-h/100_4339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124367400682462034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rx1pADhFG1I/AAAAAAAAABU/0DRXocK8Sco/s320/100_4339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of Friday's ago I had an envie for sushi. John went through a phase of eating it at least once a week a while back. Well... now it's my turn. I gave him a call and asked him if he felt like sushi. Of course, he was all for it. Mmmm, it was sooo good. The kids ate left over pizza, and John and I were left to enjoy some wonderful takeout Sushi.  Pictured are 4 different rolls and a side of edamame.  What a wonderful treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2323390711300349229?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2323390711300349229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2323390711300349229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2323390711300349229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2323390711300349229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/sushi-anyone.html' title='Sushi anyone?!'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rx1pADhFG1I/AAAAAAAAABU/0DRXocK8Sco/s72-c/100_4339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2384876254719915716</id><published>2007-10-12T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T08:51:44.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Who Knew?  Me and Coffee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rw97hThFG0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wL-WO04oey4/s1600-h/100_4315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120447113448463170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rw97hThFG0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wL-WO04oey4/s320/100_4315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the saying, "you think you know someone"? Well, sometimes I think we don't really know ourselves all that well either. I always thought one of my biggest quirks was that I LOVE the smell of fresh coffee brewing, but I can't stand the taste of it. I've made numerous cups of coffee only to be poured down the sink. I occassionally drink a cup of coffee in the winter just to warm up my insides, or occassionally with a piece of pie for dessert. Coffee and pie just seem to go together, I'm not sure why. Well, I'm finding out that maybe I really do like coffee. After dropping Samantha off at school this morning, I had the desire to swing by Sonic to pick up a frozen coffee drink. I wanted something cold and it just seemed like the thing to do. (No Starbucks, CCs, Caribo Coffee's, etc here). I ordered a Hazelnut Java Cooler. Mmmmmm. Talk about good. I've been finding myself getting hot Carmel Apple Cappuccinos at the corner store, Starbuck frappucinos at the grocery store, and now Hazelnut Java Coolers at Sonic. Am I developing a taste for coffee?! I've even been thinking about pulling our coffee maker out from under the cabinet (a wedding gift from 15 years ago that we kept because you never know when we might have company that wants a cup of coffee (huh?!?)). Very strange. Very strange, indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's been a while since I've posted an entry. I was in Minnesota last week and I guess my trip got me out of the habit. Gotta jump back in it. Hopefully I'll get in my scrap room this weekend and do some scrapping. TGIF everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2384876254719915716?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2384876254719915716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2384876254719915716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2384876254719915716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2384876254719915716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-knew-me-and-coffee.html' title='Who Knew?  Me and Coffee?'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rw97hThFG0I/AAAAAAAAABM/wL-WO04oey4/s72-c/100_4315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-701898900951233152</id><published>2007-09-23T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:07:16.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surfer Girl'/><title type='text'>Got a layout done tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoHs3X4DII/AAAAAAAAAB4/wb7ieTPNjpM/s1600-h/100_4495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127919593074461826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoHs3X4DII/AAAAAAAAAB4/wb7ieTPNjpM/s320/100_4495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvcIxzhFGzI/AAAAAAAAABE/bteee2q-50A/s1600-h/100_4293.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this layout came together really quick and easy. Basically I just used an exacto knife (yes, I really did) to trim around a few lines of the paper and tucked pictures inside the slits. I added a few sequins to the layout to add a lil bawda bling. Used some KI Memories Creamy Broccoli acrylic letters and finished it off with a strip of HS tape. So quick and so easy. Okay, the photo is looking a little over-exposed, but I wanted to share. I'll retake tomorrow in natural lighting and hopefully get a better shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited to add layout particulars. Paper is Sandylion - On the beach. Acrylic letters KI Memories alphabet soup in Creamy Broccoli. HS tape - Born Free. Sequins are from a Portafolia Summer kit I got at Sams. &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/4669958131904787705-701898900951233152?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/701898900951233152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=701898900951233152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/701898900951233152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/701898900951233152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-layout-done-tongiht.html' title='Got a layout done tonight'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RyoHs3X4DII/AAAAAAAAAB4/wb7ieTPNjpM/s72-c/100_4495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-5968847978918325551</id><published>2007-09-23T17:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:11:32.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day with the Experts 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Scattaregia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valerie Salmon'/><title type='text'>DWE4 - March 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rvbx4zhFGyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1j6CDWurUho/s1600-h/100_2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113540385129700130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rvbx4zhFGyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1j6CDWurUho/s320/100_2941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo Hoo, I got word from Valerie that they've set a date for Day with the Experts 4. Hmmm, what to do, what to do. Am I going to go again this year? I'm thinking so. This time I may even see if someone wants to come with me. Anybody interested? I had so much fun at DWE3 last March. It was wonderful getting to meet Valerie Salmon and Julie Scattaregia. Those girls rock. I have to admit I was blown away at how fast they go through their pages. I was able to keep up, I'm just more used to the laid back, take your time classes we have down here in Louisiana.  But, I'm up to the challenge and I'll know what to expect next time.  Here's a picture of Julie, me, and Valerie. A small group of us went to db's Mongolian Grill after the event. What an experience that was. If you haven't heard of them you can check them out at &lt;a href="http://www.gomongo.com/"&gt;http://www.gomongo.com/&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/4669958131904787705-5968847978918325551?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5968847978918325551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=5968847978918325551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5968847978918325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/5968847978918325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/dwe4-march-1-2008.html' title='DWE4 - March 1, 2008'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Rvbx4zhFGyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1j6CDWurUho/s72-c/100_2941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-2651350112091140976</id><published>2007-09-23T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:18:48.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Passed Down'/><title type='text'>Something Passed Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvblxThFGxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_h4u41LEEw4/s1600-h/100_4279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113527062141147922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvblxThFGxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_h4u41LEEw4/s320/100_4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking an on-line scrapping class at BigPictureScrapbooking.com this month called Daily Dose of Creativity with Gretchen Schmidt. So far I'm really enjoying it. We get a photo assignment and a project assignment for each day in September. The photo assignment for Sept 2nd was to photograph something that has been passed down to you. Here's the picture I took for that photo assignment. The black rosary was my Grandpa Bruce's. The clear rosary was for my Grandma Bruce, and so was the wedding band. The other ring was my mothers. My mom wore the rings together, and now I wear them the same way. It reminds me of both of them. They were such amazing strong women.  I just found out that John is taking the kids to his parents this evening.  Hopefully that'll give me some time to go create something in my scrap room.  If so, I promise to post a picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-2651350112091140976?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2651350112091140976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=2651350112091140976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2651350112091140976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/2651350112091140976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-passed-down.html' title='Something Passed Down...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvblxThFGxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_h4u41LEEw4/s72-c/100_4279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-1230585732537309231</id><published>2007-09-22T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:11:05.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cappuccino'/><title type='text'>Mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvXZGThFGwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z586np7nqBc/s1600-h/100_4273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113231654290529026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvXZGThFGwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z586np7nqBc/s320/100_4273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About once a week I try to treat Samantha to donuts from the corner store. It's her reward for getting out the house for school by 7:00am. I usually grab a French Vanilla Cappuccino, but this morning I saw Carmel Apple. Hmmm, sounds interesting. I've tried others before, but never liked them as much as my usual French Vanilla. The Camel Apple is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; good. I think I may even like it better than the French Vanilla. I guess there are rewards to stepping out the box from time to time. You never know when you might find something you like better than your usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-1230585732537309231?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1230585732537309231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=1230585732537309231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1230585732537309231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/1230585732537309231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/mmmmmm.html' title='Mmmmmm'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvXZGThFGwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z586np7nqBc/s72-c/100_4273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6307912296253123740</id><published>2007-09-20T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:48:25.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brag book and matching card'/><title type='text'>I'm So excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKUIMtbOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JV5kZRb67Y0/s1600-h/100_4250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112311395590551586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKUIMtbOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JV5kZRb67Y0/s320/100_4250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKVA8tbODI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJmMBm7B7XY/s1600-h/100_4240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112312370548127794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKVA8tbODI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJmMBm7B7XY/s320/100_4240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKVG8tbOEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w26EE1miM9E/s1600-h/100_4245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112312473627342914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKVG8tbOEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/w26EE1miM9E/s320/100_4245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I just can't hide it. A classmate of mine just had a baby boy, Wyatt, last week. We're celebrating our 20 year class reunion next week and she decides it's time to have another baby. God bless her. Anyway, I decided to make her a 4x4 accordion brag book. I love how it came out. Then, when the book was done, I just couldn't bring myself to put it in a pre-made card. So, I made her a matching card. This is the 1st time I've done anything like this for anyone. She's an artist, so I'm hoping she will appreciate the effort. I was so impressed with myself last night that I wanted to stay up and do another one, but it was after 11:00pm. So, I willed myself to go upstairs to bed. Then, I layed there too pump to fall asleep. It was so much fun making, I may have to make another tonight.   The 3 pictures are 1) the card and cover of book.  2) front of book.  3) back of book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6307912296253123740?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6307912296253123740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6307912296253123740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6307912296253123740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6307912296253123740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m So excited...'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/RvKUIMtbOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JV5kZRb67Y0/s72-c/100_4250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6866745241354120907</id><published>2007-09-17T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:34:30.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Ru8wN2zWq5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jVZQhqPlv0w/s1600-h/100_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111357116696144786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Ru8wN2zWq5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jVZQhqPlv0w/s320/100_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I was never able to post a pic of myself in my last blog (&lt;a href="http://theresebroussard.blogspot.com"&gt;theresebroussard.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) and I can't quite figure it out this time either. So, I'll post it in a post. So there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is from a year ago (Sept 2006). Don't have very many photos of myself since I'm usually the one behind the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6866745241354120907?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6866745241354120907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6866745241354120907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6866745241354120907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6866745241354120907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-i-was-never-able-to-post-pic-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/Ru8wN2zWq5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jVZQhqPlv0w/s72-c/100_2475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669958131904787705.post-6805804406002842818</id><published>2007-09-17T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:56:38.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaacck</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've set up a new blog since I'm unable to access my original one. A friend recently set up her blog and she's got me longing for one. (Thanks Cyndi). I miss my blog. My little on-line journal that I share with a few friends and family members.  Okay, my original blog was theresebroussard.blogspot.com  and this here blog is therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com and away we go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669958131904787705-6805804406002842818?l=therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6805804406002842818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4669958131904787705&amp;postID=6805804406002842818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6805804406002842818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669958131904787705/posts/default/6805804406002842818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therese-itsmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-baaacck.html' title='I&apos;m baaacck'/><author><name>Therese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185375599126014697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-23I6VvzKys/S31utDGPimI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JEcKXNTbA-8/S220/100_6870.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
