<?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-13754506</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:43:21.553-08:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='moving'/><category term='secret'/><category term='poem'/><category term='question for readers'/><category term='antiques'/><category term='france'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Friday&apos;s'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='Desert Springs Church'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='challenges'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='family'/><category term='wish'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='work'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='update'/><category term='rant'/><category term='game night'/><category term='friends'/><category term='observation'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='reading'/><category term='mornings'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Hidden Mickey'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='dream'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='memory'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='blog'/><category term='camp'/><category term='life'/><category term='something about'/><category term='imagine'/><category term='passion'/><category term='kidmin'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Baby Medina'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='husband'/><category term='GNO'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='Walt Wednesday'/><category term='tea'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='love'/><category term='new idea'/><title type='text'>There is something about...</title><subtitle type='html'>the random thoughts and ponderings of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7017960879407697688</id><published>2011-10-06T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:01:46.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>As I sit here in Panera composing this blog, it is hard for me to sit still. &amp;nbsp;I now have an extra day off each week as my hours at work have been cut. &amp;nbsp;This is in no way easy for a person who is usually active and leads a full life. &amp;nbsp;It is not mearly the loss of income that has affected me, but the loss of career growth. &amp;nbsp;Since returning from maternity leave nearly a year ago, my work has not been the same. &amp;nbsp;It is frustrating, because I LOVE my job. &amp;nbsp;Honestly, even with all of the changes in the past 10 months, I still get great joy out of ministering to children and families. &amp;nbsp;This is my full time calling, and passion. &amp;nbsp;I also have a passion to train others to do so, even more effectively than myself. &amp;nbsp;Now, I must stomach the fact that it is no longer a "full time" position. &amp;nbsp;I woke up at 5 am this morning, thinking of all of the things still left undone at work. &amp;nbsp;Unable to complete my tasks in the allotted time. &amp;nbsp;How can they expect the same level and amount of work (and even then some) from me by taking away 8 precious hours of preparation time? &amp;nbsp;When I was "full time" I nearly always worked 40+ hours. &amp;nbsp;The last and first week of the month are always my busiest due to scheduling the next month, wrapping up the past month and a once per month event. &amp;nbsp;It kills me that things are undone at work and I feel guilty about slaking off in serving God. &amp;nbsp;Yet, I must honor these new time boundaries placed on me, and demonstrate that it is not possible to do the level of ministry I have been doing with less hours. &amp;nbsp;Praying that the powers to be will see that those hours are needed, and perhaps at some point, they will return to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, we are faced with a rather serious income drop. &amp;nbsp;20% of my income is gone, which is the stable, bread winning income of our family. &amp;nbsp;I am face with a few options. &amp;nbsp;Attempting to Substitute teach a few days a week, craft things and attempt to sell them on etsy, work my blogs up to a point where they an generate some income via advertisements etc. or start a new side business. &amp;nbsp;At this point, I am unsure of what to do. &amp;nbsp;I am hesitant to go back to subbing, fearing that I will be tempted to complete my credential (2, maybe 3 quarters left) and leave ministry. &amp;nbsp;I know that God has called me to minister to children, and feel strongly of his calling is in the local church right now. &amp;nbsp;I don't wish to be tempted by a good paycheck, and "easier" job. &amp;nbsp;I know teaching isn't easy, but it is WAY easier than being in ministry. &amp;nbsp;I think I will leave that option towards the end, only if my husband and I really get stuck for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to explore other creative avenues. &amp;nbsp;I have never had time to actually put into any of my creative endeavors. &amp;nbsp;I have always had things in my way. &amp;nbsp;For example, I have always wanted to write a book. &amp;nbsp;I used to fill up journals with short stories, creative tales and whimsical characters. &amp;nbsp;I have wanted for the past 5 years to participate in National Novel Writing Month, which happens each November, the goal to write 50,000 words in the month of a new story. &amp;nbsp;The first two years I was in college, and let's face it, that is a horrible idea near the end of the semester. &amp;nbsp;The next year, I was doing grad work towards my teaching credential and Masters, as well as working full time. &amp;nbsp;The next year, I had no excuse, other than I totally forgot, and was enjoying newlywed bliss. &amp;nbsp;Last year, I was due 11/13 and at first though I could do most if it while on maternity leave. &amp;nbsp;I had a sweet friend remind me that I should not plan to do anything, but bond with my baby. &amp;nbsp;Good call. &amp;nbsp;However this year, not only do I not have an excuse, I even have the help of an extra day. &amp;nbsp;I know its a crazy dream to write, and actually make any money doing so, but honestly, I am doing this for me as a creative outlet and if it goes beyond that to help support my family, awesome. &amp;nbsp;If not, then I feel this outlet will help make me a better wife and mom, as I have actually done something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will also use some of the time to work on my house, and blogs, as well as craft and perhaps sell some of it on etsy and maybe make a few tutorials for youtube. &amp;nbsp;Long story short, I'm going to look at this situation as a blessing of time, rather than a demotion and pay cut. &amp;nbsp;I know that God will provide financially, as hard and difficult as it my be to make cuts to our already tight budget. &amp;nbsp;I am choosing to look at this as an opportunity, a new chapter in my life to dabble in things that make me happy, to encourage and surround my soul with beauty that I am normally to busy to see or experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have a husband who is going to help make this work, by keeping our son in daycare full time. The biggest problem is if we take him out of full time, there is a wait list of at least 3 kids right now to take is spot. &amp;nbsp;There are also, no part time openings. &amp;nbsp;This daycare is a home daycare, and is AMAZING. &amp;nbsp;It is also the cheapest by far (we are talking by at least $500 per month), it would actually be more expensive for me to put him into another day care for 3 days a week rather than leaving him at this one full time. &amp;nbsp;This will also allow me the flexibility to start subbing at any time we need to again, or if I find another secondary position. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for his support in this, and am trying to come up with a way to at least make a little bit of money on the side to help out some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for you to join me in prayer during the beginning of this new chapter in my life. &amp;nbsp;Pray that God would continue to provide for our family (as He always has), and that I would follow His lead on how to spend my bonus day to enrich my life and soul in a way I have never taken the time before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7017960879407697688?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7017960879407697688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7017960879407697688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7017960879407697688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7017960879407697688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2961499249509140951</id><published>2011-08-06T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:51:24.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been crazy. &amp;nbsp;The main thing preventing me from blogging aside, from lack of time is the fact that my computer met an early demise. &amp;nbsp;It was going to cost nearly half the price of a new one to fix, and so instead we chose to fix up my brother's old lap top on the cheap, but we have had internet issues and been unable to upload photo's this whole time. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm hoping that I will be able to get back to blogging so here are just a few pics of what we have been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing some hot tamales with Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Up2m7kge0/Tj21h3nc1PI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OQp9zdRgI0s/s1600/DSCN1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Up2m7kge0/Tj21h3nc1PI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OQp9zdRgI0s/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Daddy with the laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebAjnxj_T2Y/Tj21rqqY79I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Eg0qCKSzBSg/s1600/DSCN1524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebAjnxj_T2Y/Tj21rqqY79I/AAAAAAAAAbo/Eg0qCKSzBSg/s320/DSCN1524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epQhPri5NZ8/Tj21_C47IHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DTETLOzytLY/s1600/IMG_0326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epQhPri5NZ8/Tj21_C47IHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DTETLOzytLY/s320/IMG_0326.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa let me drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGrsZBao1z8/Tj21_gDhIjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uKpzeclrUTw/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGrsZBao1z8/Tj21_gDhIjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uKpzeclrUTw/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun on crazy hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42cXjNKAZ7M/Tj22CdSLNnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2gTzpRCQAP4/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42cXjNKAZ7M/Tj22CdSLNnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/2gTzpRCQAP4/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;For a few days, this sock was our favorite thing to cary around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZLgJOzX0EM/Tj22FXKn6WI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SM8y6SMdtEM/s1600/IMG_0371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZLgJOzX0EM/Tj22FXKn6WI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SM8y6SMdtEM/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a first trip to D-land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vHZWr5Bbzc/Tj22IENqQWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CFEq1yS1e3Y/s1600/IMG_0398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vHZWr5Bbzc/Tj22IENqQWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CFEq1yS1e3Y/s320/IMG_0398.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also started taking Big Boy bath's, and have SOOO much fun doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Q4Jmf_p9Q/Tj22LRz9hzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/R24HG-x_EnI/s1600/IMG_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Q4Jmf_p9Q/Tj22LRz9hzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/R24HG-x_EnI/s320/IMG_0427.jpg" width="240" /&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/13754506-2961499249509140951?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2961499249509140951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2961499249509140951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2961499249509140951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2961499249509140951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Up2m7kge0/Tj21h3nc1PI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OQp9zdRgI0s/s72-c/DSCN1607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8538824824818752458</id><published>2011-04-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:18:00.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>Day 24: A photo of what you want to be when you grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://domesticdivadelights.com/images/diva-cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://domesticdivadelights.com/images/diva-cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to be an awesome cooking, crafting, cleaning homemaker. &amp;nbsp;A skill I am working on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8538824824818752458?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8538824824818752458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8538824824818752458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8538824824818752458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8538824824818752458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1246493028650277330</id><published>2011-04-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:15:00.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23: A photo of something you want to do someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybucketlist.ws/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/dolphins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://www.mybucketlist.ws/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/dolphins.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Totally cheese I know, but I really want to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1246493028650277330?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1246493028650277330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1246493028650277330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1246493028650277330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1246493028650277330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-824495826953000256</id><published>2011-04-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:56:00.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 22: A photo that you associate a good memory with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At 7am once a week, we would pry our college bodies out of bed and meet in our dorm lobby for Bible study. &amp;nbsp;We would then walk to the Cafe and enjoy breakfast together and fellowship. &amp;nbsp;This picture represents many fabulous times, of laughter, crying and growth with these fabulous ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v236/229/117/68600493/n68600493_31366240_4050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v236/229/117/68600493/n68600493_31366240_4050.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-824495826953000256?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/824495826953000256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=824495826953000256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/824495826953000256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/824495826953000256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6302372916323870550</id><published>2011-04-27T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:51:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 21: A photo of somebody you find attractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby will kill me for posting this picture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are so inclined, you may want to avert your eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fair warning that the picture you are about to see is of my shirtless hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hot &amp;amp; sexy man. &amp;nbsp;Hands off ladies he is mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Yxwmt16BQ/Ta4SlW9CTJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Bpz7AKqpAn8/s1600/DSCN0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Yxwmt16BQ/Ta4SlW9CTJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Bpz7AKqpAn8/s320/DSCN0769.JPG" width="240" /&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/13754506-6302372916323870550?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6302372916323870550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6302372916323870550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6302372916323870550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6302372916323870550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Yxwmt16BQ/Ta4SlW9CTJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Bpz7AKqpAn8/s72-c/DSCN0769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-507980496384224140</id><published>2011-04-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:13:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20: A photo of something you ate today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWugV_ePwqk/Tbj3Dw6My_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/b7hB_OTdDzA/s1600/DSCN1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWugV_ePwqk/Tbj3Dw6My_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/b7hB_OTdDzA/s320/DSCN1323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-507980496384224140?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/507980496384224140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=507980496384224140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/507980496384224140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/507980496384224140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWugV_ePwqk/Tbj3Dw6My_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/b7hB_OTdDzA/s72-c/DSCN1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3219629594206129500</id><published>2011-04-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:44:00.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 19: a photo of your favorite thing from school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a tie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying Rubber Chicken Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32mrjmTPdd4/Ta4QyniB8bI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hTnFc-08950/s1600/3-05--4-05+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32mrjmTPdd4/Ta4QyniB8bI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hTnFc-08950/s400/3-05--4-05+066.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philosopher's Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v253/217/58/68600064/n68600064_31357002_6264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v253/217/58/68600064/n68600064_31357002_6264.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1932/68/109/56900465/n56900465_32322044_7891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1932/68/109/56900465/n56900465_32322044_7891.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved college can't you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3219629594206129500?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3219629594206129500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3219629594206129500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3219629594206129500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3219629594206129500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32mrjmTPdd4/Ta4QyniB8bI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hTnFc-08950/s72-c/3-05--4-05+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6020421776902137883</id><published>2011-04-24T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:40:00.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 18: A photo of your town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view you see on the way in/out of the valley. &amp;nbsp;Beautiful no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1gCVoEOwgE/Ta4QJkmZThI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5tTTeYoB5Kw/s1600/DSCN0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1gCVoEOwgE/Ta4QJkmZThI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5tTTeYoB5Kw/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6020421776902137883?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6020421776902137883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6020421776902137883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6020421776902137883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6020421776902137883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1gCVoEOwgE/Ta4QJkmZThI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5tTTeYoB5Kw/s72-c/DSCN0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3089608643398466252</id><published>2011-04-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:35:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17: a photo from a trip you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya. &amp;nbsp;My heart longs to go back and to minister to these children who so desperately need food, clothes, shelter, love and above all... Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq_JgFC2uLE/Ta4O-pjIdNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y2iYzvc8FB4/s1600/IMG_3548_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq_JgFC2uLE/Ta4O-pjIdNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y2iYzvc8FB4/s320/IMG_3548_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3089608643398466252?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3089608643398466252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3089608643398466252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3089608643398466252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3089608643398466252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq_JgFC2uLE/Ta4O-pjIdNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Y2iYzvc8FB4/s72-c/IMG_3548_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1250687163171344945</id><published>2011-04-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:32:00.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 16: A photo from your childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I'm going to say is 3D's 4ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13470_10100255160268650_7943169_62294213_860077_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13470_10100255160268650_7943169_62294213_860077_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1250687163171344945?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1250687163171344945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1250687163171344945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1250687163171344945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1250687163171344945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8407144688401288478</id><published>2011-04-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>Day 15: A photo of you and a family member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r04XG4Oiies/Ta4M9l6v1cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gqtinHxBo_g/s1600/File0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r04XG4Oiies/Ta4M9l6v1cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gqtinHxBo_g/s320/File0043.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is me and my cousin Jessica. &amp;nbsp;She died when I was 17 and she was 19. &amp;nbsp;We were close, she was the sister I never had. &amp;nbsp;The person I was trying to be more like (much to my parents dismay). &amp;nbsp;Her life and death have had a profound impact on me and who I am today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8407144688401288478?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8407144688401288478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8407144688401288478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8407144688401288478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8407144688401288478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r04XG4Oiies/Ta4M9l6v1cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gqtinHxBo_g/s72-c/File0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4391348509150896137</id><published>2011-04-20T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:11:00.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Day 14: A photo your best friend(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't really have one best friend, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Again I'm cheating (posting many pictures)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165129_1752125959525_1130181564_2042310_3693571_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/165129_1752125959525_1130181564_2042310_3693571_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Some of my fabulous girls who are lifetime friends from college. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ignore how huge I am, I was 37 weeks pregnant in this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10332_1138333229771_1570609753_30431585_7737477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10332_1138333229771_1570609753_30431585_7737477_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Extra gal pal love from college friends and my desert girl (love em!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/22169_240365069738_553479738_4210852_4517276_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/22169_240365069738_553479738_4210852_4517276_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Best couple friends EVER! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to go on vacation with them next December!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdceSPBEKVI/Ta4MCNTU-jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bczi-z-txEw/s1600/IMG_7081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdceSPBEKVI/Ta4MCNTU-jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bczi-z-txEw/s320/IMG_7081.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My growing up friends. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;One friends since we were 4, one friends since 1st grade and the other, friends since 7th. &amp;nbsp;&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/13754506-4391348509150896137?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4391348509150896137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4391348509150896137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4391348509150896137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4391348509150896137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cdceSPBEKVI/Ta4MCNTU-jI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bczi-z-txEw/s72-c/IMG_7081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8690464803013126419</id><published>2011-04-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:26:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: #5588aa; text-decoration: none;"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 13: A photo of one of your favorite movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supawatch.com/c/3754/3754_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.supawatch.com/c/3754/3754_2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 450px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so this is the start of one of my favorite scenes from one of my top 5 movies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bonus points if you can name the movie, but I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8690464803013126419?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8690464803013126419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8690464803013126419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8690464803013126419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8690464803013126419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6737878196548827874</id><published>2011-04-18T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:21:00.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12: A photo of when you were happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cL1Ung4McHE/TZ5HmwX-0OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yU9rktgGRRo/s1600/DSCN0762.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cL1Ung4McHE/TZ5HmwX-0OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yU9rktgGRRo/s320/DSCN0762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592986518386823394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are me with some of my friends after I graduated college.  I was so ready to be done.  I was so excited to be out.  Even though I LOVED college and all of the amazing friends I met there.  I miss and love you all.  SIGMA LOBBY CREW FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6737878196548827874?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6737878196548827874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6737878196548827874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6737878196548827874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6737878196548827874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cL1Ung4McHE/TZ5HmwX-0OI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yU9rktgGRRo/s72-c/DSCN0762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-866844462688941064</id><published>2011-04-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:15:00.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 11: A photo of a night you loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VqiR7hgJvo/TZ5Gqi2CrPI/AAAAAAAAATw/DmcQwxQoO6w/s1600/n68600216_30542434_1690.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VqiR7hgJvo/TZ5Gqi2CrPI/AAAAAAAAATw/DmcQwxQoO6w/s320/n68600216_30542434_1690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592985483962658034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is right after the hubby proposed to me, it was a fabulous night.  One to remember always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-866844462688941064?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/866844462688941064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=866844462688941064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/866844462688941064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/866844462688941064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3VqiR7hgJvo/TZ5Gqi2CrPI/AAAAAAAAATw/DmcQwxQoO6w/s72-c/n68600216_30542434_1690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5368841248601097404</id><published>2011-04-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:06:00.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Day 9: A photo of yourself when you were a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTzgRhPDwpg/TZ5Dvqwi2lI/AAAAAAAAATo/lZqfM49M5EU/s1600/img066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTzgRhPDwpg/TZ5Dvqwi2lI/AAAAAAAAATo/lZqfM49M5EU/s320/img066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592982273451547218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, everyone say "aww"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken on the beach of Hawaii, the ONLY time I have ever been.  So obviously I have no memory of it.  Hopefully it will be fixed in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5368841248601097404?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5368841248601097404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5368841248601097404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5368841248601097404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5368841248601097404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTzgRhPDwpg/TZ5Dvqwi2lI/AAAAAAAAATo/lZqfM49M5EU/s72-c/img066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5417365864311537647</id><published>2011-04-14T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:00:01.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 8: A photo of something you enjoy doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFuqhKXurAI/TZ5C-K2YsSI/AAAAAAAAATg/RjHLRFQkIJQ/s1600/DSCN1093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFuqhKXurAI/TZ5C-K2YsSI/AAAAAAAAATg/RjHLRFQkIJQ/s320/DSCN1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592981423072522530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love playing games... can you tell?  This was over a year ago and the pile has grown even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5417365864311537647?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5417365864311537647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5417365864311537647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5417365864311537647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5417365864311537647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFuqhKXurAI/TZ5C-K2YsSI/AAAAAAAAATg/RjHLRFQkIJQ/s72-c/DSCN1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8580916152659556330</id><published>2011-04-13T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:54:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 7: A photo of something you stand for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eternalanimals.com/Jesus%20Children%20Lamb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.eternalanimals.com/Jesus%20Children%20Lamb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stand for Jesus.  He is my Savior and friend.  He loves everyone in the world, even the children.&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/13754506-8580916152659556330?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8580916152659556330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8580916152659556330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8580916152659556330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8580916152659556330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4308171447719053976</id><published>2011-04-12T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:52:00.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 6: A photo of someone you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUuCv1eBxlk/TZ5AeMdPNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/lXkcJA2L4UQ/s1600/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUuCv1eBxlk/TZ5AeMdPNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/lXkcJA2L4UQ/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592978674724844770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This mama loves her boys! (even my dad in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4308171447719053976?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4308171447719053976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4308171447719053976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4308171447719053976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4308171447719053976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gUuCv1eBxlk/TZ5AeMdPNOI/AAAAAAAAATY/lXkcJA2L4UQ/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1445268758160231631</id><published>2011-04-11T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:49:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 5: A photo that makes you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CseSqQ5HaCY/TZ4_2Ifxf3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/PBEU0osNM-k/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CseSqQ5HaCY/TZ4_2Ifxf3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/PBEU0osNM-k/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592977986466971506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby was practicing diapering on our poor unsuspecting cat.  Hysterical.  Oh yes, that reminds me anyone want him?  We can't take him to our new place and haven't found him a home yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1445268758160231631?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1445268758160231631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1445268758160231631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1445268758160231631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1445268758160231631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CseSqQ5HaCY/TZ4_2Ifxf3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/PBEU0osNM-k/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5787641011059705535</id><published>2011-04-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:31:00.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 4: A photo of a place you'd like to visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am going to kinda cheat by posting MORE than one picture.  You see I couldn't decide where I wanted to go more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheltertag.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/pemberley_450-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://acct.tamu.edu/smith/narnia/narnia_lamppost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheltertag.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/pemberley_450-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...or here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kautsar.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/rivendell3_lrg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 622px; height: 557px;" src="http://kautsar.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/rivendell3_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Considering those are both fictional places, my "real" place is currently Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/australia-south-pacific/australia/images/s/australia-sydney-opera-house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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/13754506-5787641011059705535?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5787641011059705535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5787641011059705535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5787641011059705535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5787641011059705535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6762193899566562219</id><published>2011-04-09T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:27:00.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3: A photo that makes you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTnWMONbOg0/TZ46054AYTI/AAAAAAAAATI/MrPXK9xb8Ns/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592972467804070194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy squeals and giggles at me whenever he sees me right now.  It melts my heart and he makes me smile (except when he wants to eat at 3am, I am not smiling then).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6762193899566562219?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6762193899566562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6762193899566562219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6762193899566562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6762193899566562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTnWMONbOg0/TZ46054AYTI/AAAAAAAAATI/MrPXK9xb8Ns/s72-c/IMG_0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2866462104658336483</id><published>2011-04-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:22:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2: A photo of yourself at least a year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NHE1I1yd4o/TZ45w8VgnHI/AAAAAAAAATA/idRg5T08FNc/s320/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592971300233583730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me during our 12 hour layover in London (from Kenya to LA).  We got off the plane at 5/6ish pm and raced to see a bit of London.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2866462104658336483?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2866462104658336483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2866462104658336483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2866462104658336483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2866462104658336483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NHE1I1yd4o/TZ45w8VgnHI/AAAAAAAAATA/idRg5T08FNc/s72-c/IMG_3945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4205690277322947223</id><published>2011-04-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:22:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 day's of photo's (to see the full details check out &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1: A photo of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O10yyWTxZo/TZ440D4ydVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Dwq5_qNiWBM/s200/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592970254288581970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me doing one of my favorite things!  Taking a nap w/ my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4205690277322947223?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4205690277322947223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4205690277322947223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4205690277322947223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4205690277322947223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O10yyWTxZo/TZ440D4ydVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Dwq5_qNiWBM/s72-c/IMG_0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5333070783061002003</id><published>2011-04-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:17:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of pictures</title><content type='html'>I am going to be refocusing this blog.  I have tried not to turn it into a "mommy blog", but I'm a mom now, and most of the things I have to say are about that.  I am trying to become better at domestic type things (cooking, sewing, cleaning, crafts, decorating etc) and reading a ton of blogs to that effect currently.  While I am trying to figure out what to do I'm going to do a 30 day photo challenge.  Enjoy and I will hopefully return with some focus to this blog, and maybe a personal touch I feel that it has been lacking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the layout of what is to come for the next 30 days:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Day one: a photo of you.&lt;br /&gt;Day two: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Day three: a photo that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day four: a photo of a place you’d like to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Day five: a photo that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Day six: a photo of someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day seven: a photo of something you stand for.&lt;br /&gt;Day eight: a photo of something you enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day nine: a photo of yourself when you were a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Day ten: any photo you like for any reason.&lt;br /&gt;Day eleven: a photo of a night you loved.&lt;br /&gt;Day twelve: a photo of when you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day thirteen: a photo of one of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;Day fourteen: a photo of your best friend (s).&lt;br /&gt;Day fifteen: a photo of you and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day sixteen: a photo from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Day seventeen: a photo from a trip you’ll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Day eighteen: a photo of your town.&lt;br /&gt;Day nineteen: a photo of your favorite thing from school.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty: a photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-one: a photo of somebody you find attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-two: a photo that you associate a good memory with.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-three: a photo of something you want to do someday.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-four: a photo of what you want to be when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-five: a photo that inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-six: a photo of your favorite subject in school.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-seven: a photo of something you are looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-eight: a photo of something/somebody that made your day.&lt;br /&gt;Day twenty-nine: a photo of your favorite person from history.&lt;br /&gt;Day thirty: a photo you find beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5333070783061002003?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5333070783061002003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5333070783061002003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5333070783061002003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5333070783061002003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-days-of-pictures.html' title='30 days of pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7053438878968112752</id><published>2011-04-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:19:28.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fan wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we are getting back a fair amount of our taxes this year due to our fabulous bundle of joy.  While I will not disclose the exact amount, it did cause both Matt and I to go, kiss him and thank him.  But who am I kidding, I will kiss that kid just because he smiles at me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I recently stumbled on an etsy shop, and it is AMAZING.  I want EVERYTHING.  Ok, so maybe I don't want everything.  I want it in the sense that it is really freaking awesome, but I'm already trying to get rid of extra "stuff" we have and declutter our homes.  Anyways here are a few of my favorite things from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Brookish"&gt;this shop&lt;/a&gt; (go there for more fabulousness), perhaps I could talk the hubby into just one small item, especially if it is for him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you just see Matt wearing this shirt?  (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 570px; height: 380px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.226177759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't you see this hanging in my kitchen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 570px; height: 759px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.195125295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Or a scarf with my FAVORITE literary proposal on it? *swoon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 570px; height: 854px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.206194263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I :heart: pride and prejudice!  This is some pretty cool stuff, I'm just saying.  No, I do not know the owner of this etsy shop.  No, I am not receiving anything for writing this.  I'm just sharing some cool stuff I came across.&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/13754506-7053438878968112752?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7053438878968112752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7053438878968112752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7053438878968112752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7053438878968112752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/fan-wear.html' title='fan wear'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3649607918252478321</id><published>2011-04-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:35:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new find</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQydL56Jghc/TZo5VlVk1-I/AAAAAAAAARI/oVg_BwMO4y4/s1600/IMG_0266.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQydL56Jghc/TZo5VlVk1-I/AAAAAAAAARI/oVg_BwMO4y4/s320/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591844930296535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love antiques.  A day spent in antique shops makes me one happy girl.  My boss brought this to the office, and offered it to the staff, I took it in a heart beat.  I'm excited to find it a new home once we move.  Perhaps my nightstand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3649607918252478321?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3649607918252478321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3649607918252478321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3649607918252478321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3649607918252478321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-find.html' title='A new find'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQydL56Jghc/TZo5VlVk1-I/AAAAAAAAARI/oVg_BwMO4y4/s72-c/IMG_0266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5292050414076850744</id><published>2011-03-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:47:17.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are getting a new place!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q666xUjE0Wo/Sq0n3qUPHGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EjxGWostSkU/s400/moving.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are going to move on April 15th.  We have our deposit down, and our first 1/2 months rent turned in and are ready to rock!  All we have to do is give our "official" written 30 day notice to our current place (they already know we are moving), pack, un pack and then clean our old place like crazy so we don't get dinged too bad for our security deposit.  Which is why there is a 2 week overlap.  We have a 2 week window in which to move, and clean the old place which is super nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new place is about 2 miles from work (perfect so that I can come home for lunch) as well as just over 1 mile from my folks.  I really didn't think we could move any closer, but we seem to have managed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super excited to get a fresh slate and organize/decorate this place.  It is gonna be awesome!  I just may be blogging about that for awhile.  Anyone know where we can get some free boxes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5292050414076850744?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5292050414076850744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5292050414076850744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5292050414076850744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5292050414076850744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-getting-new-place.html' title='We are getting a new place!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q666xUjE0Wo/Sq0n3qUPHGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EjxGWostSkU/s72-c/moving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2302932128356649810</id><published>2011-03-14T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:26:30.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive my absence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8xA6SNJV80/TX5LwVX8HrI/AAAAAAAAARA/hUIjvzPzVR0/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8xA6SNJV80/TX5LwVX8HrI/AAAAAAAAARA/hUIjvzPzVR0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583983881729351346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...however, it is hard to create a meaningful posts when all I want to do is play with this little one every chance I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2302932128356649810?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2302932128356649810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2302932128356649810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2302932128356649810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2302932128356649810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/03/forgive-my-absence.html' title='Forgive my absence...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8xA6SNJV80/TX5LwVX8HrI/AAAAAAAAARA/hUIjvzPzVR0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8716460720821094917</id><published>2011-02-22T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:35:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the last week has been insane!</title><content type='html'>The past week has been crazy and fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday 2/14:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby and I had a quiet dinner at home and went out for froyo together with our little one.  I had the most amazing roses and we exchanged cards.  We also stopped by my parents to see my uncle who had flown in the previous night from South Dakota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday 2/15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life group!  We had a new couple and are super excited to have them join our group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday 2/16:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My work day, at the church until 8:30, then home and getting the little one to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday 2/17:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my parents strait after work as my Aunt had flown in from South Dakota the previous night and spent the evening with family.  We didn't leave until after 9pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday 2/18: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ran errands, and hung out with my family all day.  Aunt and Uncle from Seattle flew in, and so ALL of my dad's siblings w/ their respective spouse and parents were all staying at my parents house.  So the hanging out went late into the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday 2/19:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my brother's big basketball game, and MAN was it a GREAT game.  We beat the undefeated team in our league.  We haven't beaten them for the last 6 years, and it was a HUGE upset.  The game was SO loud I had to take the little man out to the lobby because he couldn't take the noise.  We then got home at 1am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday 2/20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left for work at 7, and Max was getting dedicated (pictures to come).  So we had TONS of family, and I was also working so it was insane. The pastor (my boss) who married us, pronounced our last name wrong!  I so though I was over that when I got married to an "easy" last name but apparently not. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday 2/21:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I had the day off together!  First one in like a month and for the next month.  We spent it apartment shopping as our lease is up at the end of next month.  If we want to give a 3o day notice we have until next monday to do so.  It was a long and stressful day, ending w/ dinner at my parents again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically we spent the whole week w/ family at my parents and got home late and totally messed up our poor little man's sleeping pattern.  :(  Hopefully we will get it back on track this week.  I have tons to blog about, and lots of pictures, once they get loaded/ I get them from others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8716460720821094917?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8716460720821094917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8716460720821094917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8716460720821094917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8716460720821094917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-last-week-has-been-insane.html' title='So the last week has been insane!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-667134452291365266</id><published>2011-02-14T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:24:25.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all need love from different places</title><content type='html'>I don't want to bum anyone out on Valentine's Day, but this is where my heart is, and I feel like I just need to pour it out.  I really don't want to guilt trip anyone (that seriously is NOT what this is about), I don't want to be "that girl" who stirs things up.  I just need to say what is on my heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lonely.  I feel isolated.  I feel like the only people I can talk to are Matt and my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have still yet to make some &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/02/friendships.html"&gt;good friends&lt;/a&gt; out here in the desert.  I wrote the linked to post a year ago, and it is still true to this day, except it is worse.  I no do not have that life group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, Matt and I decided to start a new life group.  Ours was getting really full, and we felt like starting a new one would be the right thing to do, also with the coming child, we figured having a group at our place would be easier than me getting off work, packing up the baby, grabbing fast food on the way, driving 25-30 min, staying for 1.5-2.5 hours and coming back home late.  The only problem is we have a group of flakes.  Of our only 4 meetings 2x's no one has shown up.  The other 2x's there was me, Matt, and one other person (a different one each time).  So no life group to connect with.  We are still building, and supposedly, we are getting a new couple tonight.  What sucks is that I have to hear about lunch plans/girls nights/other fun things that our old life group is doing but I am not a part of.  It just sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, many of my friends have made/suggested plans but they are never followed through on.  Usually it is something that I should not be a part of planning (say something like a baby shower/birthday celebration type of thing), so it isn't my place to push it.  Or I try and make plans, but the other person is unresponsive/busy/life happens etc.  So I feel like I really am putting out an effort, but I've got nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone calls/IM/Facebook ect, can only do so much.  I need a coffee talking friend.  Someone who I can still down and we can pour our hearts out to each other.  Someone who I can actually tell things to and it wont go any further than their ears.  A kindred spirit who I can do a old movie night with, and talk about life.  A shopping partner, a walking buddy, another mommy who can understand why you sometimes smell like sour milk.  I don't even have to have all of these things in one, I will take different people to fill these spots.  The problem is, I currently have all of them open, and my poor hubby can only watch so many musicals, and can only walk around the mall so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this is augmented by stupid postpartum "baby blues" and going back to work.  Oh ya, work.  New position, = new people = no relationships yet = no connections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bottom line, with in the few months, I have had a baby, lost my life group, lost my ministry (and all of the people I connected with), gone back to work and the "new"life group and ministry I have no connections with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of the fact that I STILL don't have good friends in the desert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lonely.  I love my hubby and family and don't "need" friends but at the same time, I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-667134452291365266?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/667134452291365266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=667134452291365266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/667134452291365266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/667134452291365266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-all-need-love-from-different-places.html' title='We all need love from different places'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1534777687229334080</id><published>2011-02-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:29:01.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>5 years ago today, I cancelled...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly 5 years ago, I was a sophomore at Biola University.  I had spent the last 11 months single, and loving developing relationships with my friends.  Many of these relationships are still important to me today.  5 years ago I had a planed trip to Disneyland with a fellow classmate/major friend (Major as in college degree not anything more than that, at least not yet..).  I had a pass, and he had recently gotten one, and we talked about getting a group together and going one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was a friday (my no class day) and I was enjoying late lunch with some friends when we got a phone call that one of our floor mates was in the ER again, and really needed some support.  We all ran back to our rooms, packed up a few waiting room essentials, and hoped in the car.  As we were pulling off campus, I made a phone call and left a message for the friend I was supposed to meet, explaining that I was not going to make it because I needed to support a friend in the hospital and we could reschedule.  It was less than 1/2 an hour before I was supposed to meet him.  I felt horrible for canceling, I remember siting in the back of my roommates car having this, "I should go" feeling.  Then as we were a few blocks from campus I we got a call saying she was going to be released in an hour and there was no reason to come over.  We turned around, and I left another voicemail un-canceling the Disney trip w/ my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Disneyland trip is my most significant ever.  The part was practically empty, we went on a ton of rides MULTIPLE times together.  The first time we went on the matterhorn, the castmember forgot to ask "together or separate" (something that to this day, has never happened to me again), and placed us in the coster together.   We talked, had fun, and somewhere along the way, it turned into flirting.  I am in no way a flirt, but it felt so natural, so fun.  It lead to lots of "lobby dwelling" with friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsyTJwUtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n4bZXhlxekc/s320/menmatt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571001981703574226" /&gt;Which then 4 years ago today, lead to a Disney proposal in front of the castle right before the firework show. (I know its lame, but it was my total dream.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsysN-C0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/y5d5cVQbGwk/s320/n68600216_30542434_1690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571001988432137026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which finally after a ridiculously long engagement, 2.5 years later lead to our wedding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsyz3a5_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/i263U9jCR14/s320/IMG_0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571001990485043186" /&gt;and now a full fledged family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsziV0j-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/XVkFv5ow75s/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsziV0j-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/XVkFv5ow75s/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsziV0j-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/XVkFv5ow75s/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571002002960584674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so thankful I didn't cancel that Disney trip.  I totally had placed Matt in the "friend only box", I am so thankful that that trip allowed me to let him out and see how perfect we were for each other.  Because of the way it happened, I have always held true to the fact that our relationship is the result of the famous "Disney Magic".  (OK, so I know that isn't REALLY true, but hey, it makes it a more fun story).  With valentines day just a few short days way, I love that I can look back this time of year, and remember how we fell in love and the crazy wonderful journey we have started together.  I can't wait to see where the next many years lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1534777687229334080?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1534777687229334080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1534777687229334080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1534777687229334080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1534777687229334080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-years-ago-today-i-cancelled.html' title='5 years ago today, I cancelled...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAsyTJwUtI/AAAAAAAAAPw/n4bZXhlxekc/s72-c/menmatt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4202687627218998284</id><published>2011-02-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:23:25.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This picture made me cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wX61WNSlNpU/TVQ7ARWrvuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VYfWSk5koCs/s1600/IMG_9152-540x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wX61WNSlNpU/TVQ7ARWrvuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VYfWSk5koCs/s320/IMG_9152-540x360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572143514808729314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;How can this picture make me cry?  Well it is very simple.  3 years ago when I was in Kenya, we visited the smallest home I have ever seen.  A king bed would not have even fit in it, that was how small it was.  The four of us visiting could not even all fit inside it.  The woman who lived there had 2 young children and a new infant.  She had no food, no way to provide milk for her baby, because she was HIV positive.  She could not get any of the help she so desperately needed.  We brought her a backpack full of food, some meat, mostly rice and beans with some local greenery.  She was sick at the time.  Honestly it felt like she had given up hope.  But that is why we were there, to give her hope, to come along side of her and encourage her.  To give her and her children a chance.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today, on Christ's Hope International (the ministry we went with, who supports these people all year long) had this picture on their &lt;a href="http://www.christshopeblog.com/2011-vision-trip/kenyatanzania-team/care-and-compassion/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I recognized her instantly, her face was not one I would easily forget.  Except now, she has hope in her eyes, a sense of self worth that was not there 3 years ago.  The child she is holding, I am assuming was the baby we saw, is healthy and alive.  I want to go back.  I want to see these lives so drastically changed for the better.  Isn't it amazing what a little food, and love can do to a person.  I wish I had a picture of her from 3 years ago to show you the difference, but we were not allowed to take pictures on our home visits out of respect for those we were visiting.  Trust me when I tell you that this is a whole new woman, and this ministry is making a tangible difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Edit:  Apologies the picture didn't post, it was there when I checked it yesterday, then this morning it wasn't working.  I fixed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4202687627218998284?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4202687627218998284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4202687627218998284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4202687627218998284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4202687627218998284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-picture-made-me-cry.html' title='This picture made me cry...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wX61WNSlNpU/TVQ7ARWrvuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VYfWSk5koCs/s72-c/IMG_9152-540x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2577194569205510679</id><published>2011-02-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:26:22.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to give you all the opportunity, to guess how this happened to my rear wiper.  If you notice in the picture below, it is bent at the end.  I will obviously have to replace it, but how do you think this happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAy8PlPwCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q0ovn_kWONc/s1600/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAy8PlPwCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q0ovn_kWONc/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571008749613596706" /&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/13754506-2577194569205510679?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2577194569205510679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2577194569205510679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2577194569205510679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2577194569205510679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-in-world.html' title='How in the world?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TVAy8PlPwCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/q0ovn_kWONc/s72-c/IMG_0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2335139687152069579</id><published>2011-02-02T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:53:20.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TUm01-nk3bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tIXxmzzNuDY/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TUm01-nk3bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tIXxmzzNuDY/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569181253655387570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I find this really dumb. (Sorry for the bad photo, I couldn't stop moving or I would have had a crying child).  I was at the mall this past week with a friend, enjoying dinner and strolling (that word seems so much more appropriate when you are actually using a stroller tee hee hee).  Sorry, back to the point.  What mall puts flowers on their tables?  I mean seriously, who waters these babies?  How many of them walk off each day?  The food court looked like a flower shop, not a mall food court.  While I appreciate the ascetic value that flowers bring, I would much rather the money be spent on giving discounts to retailers so they can give bigger discounts to me.  I mean, as much as I love flowers and as pretty as they are, is this really necessary?  Nope, I personally deem it ridiculous.  Also, we heard a rumor that the only reason they were out was that the Westfield powers to be were in the area, and may pop by for a visit.  Which may make it more understandable, but never the less it is still ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2335139687152069579?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2335139687152069579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2335139687152069579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2335139687152069579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2335139687152069579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/02/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TUm01-nk3bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/tIXxmzzNuDY/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7168885406239622631</id><published>2011-01-31T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:05:05.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is well with my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;I love this hymn.  I am praying that it rings true in my heart in all of this &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-past-week-just-wow.html"&gt;transition and turmoil happening in my life right now&lt;/a&gt;.  It is still hard.  My heart still hurts, and I know that it is ok, but I want it to not.  I want it to be fine.  I want to fully be where God has put me and serve where He has me with my full heart.  I am truly trying even though it is hard.  If you have never sung this song before read it, if you want to know the tune and really cool history behind it, go &lt;a href="http://nethymnal.org/htm/i/t/i/itiswell.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Here are the lyrics in my head (and hopefully heart) today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Jordan above me shall roll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sky, not the grave, is our goal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="chorus" style="text-align: center; font-family: serif; font-style: italic; font-size: medium; "&gt;Refrain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7168885406239622631?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7168885406239622631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7168885406239622631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7168885406239622631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7168885406239622631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It is well with my soul'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3035138241370895077</id><published>2011-01-25T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:35:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TT9eL4vxhzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8m-IK8sNODA/s1600/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TT9eL4vxhzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8m-IK8sNODA/s320/IMG_0097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566271222757558066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just the cutest thing EVER!  I can't believe how big he is getting.  It's CRAZY!  I'm one blessed lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3035138241370895077?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3035138241370895077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3035138241370895077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3035138241370895077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3035138241370895077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-man.html' title='The little man'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TT9eL4vxhzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8m-IK8sNODA/s72-c/IMG_0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4326169943887974480</id><published>2011-01-20T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:12:39.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to brag on my little brother again...</title><content type='html'>My amazing younger (but not so little at 6'9'' almost 6'10''), got a double double on Tuesday's basketball game.  If you don't know what a double double is, it is not a type of burger, it means you hit the double digits in two of the "stats" usually points and rebounds but it could also include assists or steals.  My little bro got 18 points and 11 rebounds!  I am SOO bummed that I missed this game, but I am very proud of him!  You can check out the awesome details and sweet picture &lt;a href="http://athletics.biola.edu/news/2011/1/19/MBB_0119111246.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Keep it up little bro!  Hopefully I will get to see you play one of these days again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4326169943887974480?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4326169943887974480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4326169943887974480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4326169943887974480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4326169943887974480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-to-brag-on-my-little-brother.html' title='I have to brag on my little brother again...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8185258611754379257</id><published>2011-01-19T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:36:23.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Medina'/><title type='text'>My sweet baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TTc9HuHkPaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uocFR1INs5U/s1600/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TTc9HuHkPaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uocFR1INs5U/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563983067487681954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you very much.  Since you have come into my life, my world has completely changed.  I love watching you smile and trying to talk.  It is absolutely adorable and melts my heart every time.  However, you are now 2 months old and while we FINALLY have you sleeping most of the night in your crib, your very sleep deprived mother and father would greatly appreciate you sleeping LONGER.  I now have to go to work, and while I miss you when I am gone, I really need to show up at work with out looking half asleep.  Thank you my sweet baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8185258611754379257?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8185258611754379257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8185258611754379257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8185258611754379257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8185258611754379257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sweet-baby.html' title='My sweet baby'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TTc9HuHkPaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uocFR1INs5U/s72-c/IMG_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8020600923479237641</id><published>2011-01-17T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:55:00.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bro's sweet pass to a dunk</title><content type='html'>So at this game, my brother got an assist to this sweet dunk.  The angle isn't the greatest but it is a really cool play, check it out!  Have you ever seen a bounce pass = an ally-oop dunk?  Well here you can!  BTW it was way awesome live, and the fan in the stands w/ both hands in the air afterwards, totally me!  lol go little bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBuKa3f3LKY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBuKa3f3LKY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8020600923479237641?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8020600923479237641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8020600923479237641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8020600923479237641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8020600923479237641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-bros-sweet-pass-to-dunk.html' title='My bro&apos;s sweet pass to a dunk'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8654362648873600697</id><published>2011-01-16T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:54:11.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This past week, just wow</title><content type='html'>So this last week was absolutely insane.  Honestly, something happened that I never thought would happen in a million years, something that caused the entire week to be emotional on top of having a fever for 2-3 days.  Here is the play by play:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:  The day was low key as I am still on maternity leave we made a list to go grocery shopping for the week.  We didn't make it shopping as my dad ended up picking up my grandma's old couch for us and brought it over.  (Score free, awesome couch w/ a pull out bed!).  This couch is much nicer than the other two we have, (both are at least 20 years old, but hey they were free).  By the time that happened, we didn't have time to go shopping because I had a meeting at work at 4pm to discuss my return from maternity leave as this was to be my last week at home before returning to work.  It was in that meeting that the week became emotional.  I was told that there were many changes while I was off, one being that my old boss was coming in as the "Family Ministries Coach" to help children's and youth come together and develop us in each of our own ministries.  AWESOME!  This is something that has been so needed.  Then the other shoe dropped.  It started w/ letting me know that my salary was staying the same and that again the entire staff was not getting a cost of living raise.  (This is the third year that this has happened).  Again it was reiterated that my salary was staying the same, but then I was told my job was changing.  When I returned from maternity leave, I would no longer be the Pastor of Children's Ministries.  The board has requested that I transition into leading Early Childhood only, and become the Pastor of Early Childhood.  Lets just say I let them know that I was willing to take the new position and left it at that.  I was told to process and come in if I needed more questions/clarifications etc.  I left feeling pretty much ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:  3am, I couldn't sleep.  I finally at 5am went downstairs to journal and pray.  How could this be happening to me again?  Was this the first step towards leaving Desert Springs?  I came to the prayerful conclusion that I am a servant of the Lord, and I will serve where he calls me and where he places me with a happy heart.  Even though I had this peace from the Lord, my flesh raced with negativity.  It brought me back to what happened 3 years ago nearly to the day.  (Long story short, I was a nursery coordinator at a church and got completely blindsided and fired.  They hired a girl I had meet in NOVEMBER in my place.  They knew they wanted to hire her that whole time, for two months it was planned and I had no knowledge or clue about it).  So my head is going, November I left and now in January I'm "transitioning" positions to one very similar to the one I was fired from 3 years previously.  All of this is going on in my head and it was just a lot to process.  I went into work at 9 because there was a Family Ministry Team meeting and I wanted to be apart of it so I wasn't so behind when I started next week.  It was good, I got some questions answered but not all and more questions were raised.  Because it was Tuesday we got to see my brothers awesome basketball game!  (Go Eagles!  Biola won!).  The drive my mom of course asked me how my meeting went the previous day so I had to spill the beans.  My parents love me and my dad has been burned in ministry so needless to say he was concerned.  The game was great, and my bro had an amazing pass (there is youtube video that I will post later).  I was exhausted as I was up for 22 hours strait as we didn't get home till 12 and  I was up since 3 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:  The shopping finally happened.  At 3pm Matt and I went in to talk with my Senior Pastor and boss.  We wrote out a ton of questions an points/feelings that I wanted to make sure to get across.  An hour and a half later I walked out feeling 1 million times better.  As hard as it is going to be transitioning into this new position and not getting to have time to say good bye to my older kids, it is what is best for me and the church.  I am not being pushed out, but placed in a position that major leadership and revamping is needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:  I wasn't feeling great, but we got some stuff done around the house and attempted to prepare it for the fact that we are going to be having a life group meeting starting next Tuesday each week in our living room.  Then I got to take a long shower and spend some time getting ready because I had a hot date.  My hubby and I had a gift card for a fancy restaurant and my parents were gonna watch the little man for us.  It was our first date night since the baby and were were so excited!  The food was amazing, and Matt and I got to connect, It was awesome.  Then something not so awesome happened.  Aunt flo came to visit.  I'm breastfeeding and had a baby two months ago, REALLY?!?!  *sigh, followed by massive cramping and fever.  The fever however was from my sore throat which had been around a few days and been getting worse.  Great way to end a fabulous date night right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:  Me = fever.  The whole day we did nothing. I tried to get better.  I was hot and cold and miserable all day long.  I even had to call and cancel going to my brother's big basketball game.  They played the undefeated team in their league (they lost, :( but i heard it was close for a good part of it.  I ended up sleeping part of the night on the couch because it was too hot in bed w/ the baby and my hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:  I had the baby all day by myself.  I was feeling slightly better.  All I really wanted was a nap.  However my little man decided he wanted to be held, rocked and walked around all day.  By the time I finally got him to sleep on me it was 4pm, then my dad called.  Matt got home at 4:30 and we were supposed to be at my parents at 5 for dinner to celebrate my brother and my mom's bday's.  It was a nice family meal and we headed home earlier than usual and were in bed by 8:30.  Both exhausted and me still recovering from being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today: Church, then hang out at my parents house.  My bro and his girlfriend are still here and we are just chilling and enjoying a Sunday afternoon in the desert.  We had lunch outside in the beautiful 80 degree sunshine.  It was awesome.  I love the desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, it was an emotional week.  I really am fine w/ my new position at church.  It will be a good thing for me, it is just going to take some adjusting and working through the emotions.  All in all Life is good and God is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8654362648873600697?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8654362648873600697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8654362648873600697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8654362648873600697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8654362648873600697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-past-week-just-wow.html' title='This past week, just wow'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6818432017687130451</id><published>2011-01-09T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:08:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Care RANT</title><content type='html'>I hate insurances.  &lt;div&gt;So my sweet boy had a really hard time breathing all night long last night.  He didn't sleep well (so neither did mom or dad), and was obviously not feeling well.  Then this morning he started to cough, and was still having difficult breathing.  So I figured that this morning I would take him to an urgent care just so we could get checked out to make sure that there wasn't anything in his lungs.  As someone who has asthma, I know how bad and how quick congestion can turn into something serious.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After calling/stopping by 4 urgent cares to find out NONE of them took my insurance and the one that did, doesn't take infants, my only option was to take him to the ER.  SERIOUSLY!  This wasn't an emergency, this was a mommy wanting to make sure her little man could breath ok and get checked out super quick by a doctor.  Its not like he couldn't breath, or really needed to be in the ER, but if I wanted to see a Dr that was covered by my insurance that was my option on a Sunday morning.  So we went to the ER paid our $15 co-pay, and got checked by the Dr.  The little one is fine, just bad congestion :( we still need to keep an eye on it, but he should be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point:  How is it in ANYONES best interest to be forced to take up room and time in an emergency room w/ a case of the sniffles?  My little one just needed to be checked out to make sure he didn't have congestion in his lungs.  I think that it is absolutely ridiculous that the health care system is that screwed up.  Out of pocket cost for me at an ER = $15 for insurance at least 250.  Out of pocket cost for me at an Urgent care = $100-$250 and I'm sure in total cheaper for the insurance company.  No wonder health care is so screwed up in this country.  I totally don't agree w/ "Obama care" but I do say there is a better way to do this health insurance thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6818432017687130451?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6818432017687130451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6818432017687130451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6818432017687130451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6818432017687130451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/health-care-rant.html' title='Health Care RANT'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1832614094669006531</id><published>2011-01-06T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:19:00.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt at organization</title><content type='html'>I have mild OCD.  when I clean, I CLEAN.  If I cant clean to my standards, I don't bother because I just get frustrated and drive myself crazy.  I am an black or white person.  Things are either perfectly in place and i care a great deal and it has to be perfect, OR I have to choose to not care and ignore it.  *sigh.  It's really frustrating.  I can't half clean because I leave it half undone.  I never have the time to completely clean everything at once.  It is something that I am working on.  I found this really cool website that I think will help me get and stay organized.  Its called fly lady.  &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/pages/FLYingLessons_11commandments.asp"&gt;Here are the "11 commandments" to help you stay organized.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also a 30 day plan to slowly organize your house and get into a habit/routine to keep it that way.  I would really like to try this, and organize my life and home better, but we will see.  With the baby my house has become complete CHAOS or as the fly lady says "Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome".  Which is challenging because people want to come over and the baby.  I really need to be more on top of my house as we are going to be hosting a life group starting in a few weeks as well as resuming game nights soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question remains, is it possible for me to organize my home/life and keep it that way?  Stay tuned as I attempt this feat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1832614094669006531?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1832614094669006531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1832614094669006531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1832614094669006531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1832614094669006531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/attempt-at-organization.html' title='An attempt at organization'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-33299294916097389</id><published>2011-01-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:57:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you edit Mark Twain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;In recent news there is a heated debate about a new version of Twain (Mark Twain that is) coming out next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Professor Alan Gribben has edited two of Twain's most beloved works to make them less controversial. "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" and "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" you will now be able to read without the words "nigger" (which has been translated to "slave") or "Injun" (which has been translated to "Indian"). This is so that the books can be more accessible for younger readers and those who would be offended by the language. It seems that this may take these books off of some public school ban lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Now, I understand that these words have a TON of history, emotion and controversy behind them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;These books were written in a way that is true to the time they were set in. Because society has changed it is supposed to invoke history, emotion and controversy. You can't keep this book pure and the authors true meaning by getting rid of these words. I think that the people who want to censor these books from public schools because they are "offensive", should look at their own child's music library, video games, TV shows and movie collection. I am sure that many of the things you would find in any of these categories of a typical teen are far worse than a few offensive words in a classic literary work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;The argument goes beyond the works being deemed "offensive" by some. If kids can't learn from history, and past mistakes as are clearly shown in these types of books then how are they going to learn. These stories should lead towards academic discussions about how wrong society used to be, and how far we have come socially as a nation. Changing the "N word" for "slave" will not evoke the same emotion and disgust in today's reader and will overall diminish their reading experience of these great works as well as their impression of what America was like during this time period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;All literary works should be left alone, they are pictures of another world that the author has left for us. While these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt; are not appropriate to use in today's society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;  If you black out one color in a beautiful picture, the picture is ruined, and will not be the same.  Just look at the first picture below.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TSVW8iR-cDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8X3PT63Fvac/s320/DSCN0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944913053085746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Then compare it to this second "censored" photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; font-size: medium; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TSVW8eJqjdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/X9h1PzRplU8/s320/DSCN0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558944911944486354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;The second photo, is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 22px; "&gt;ly less than the beauty captured with the camera.  And so it is with books, changing just a few words will destroy its original beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-33299294916097389?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/33299294916097389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=33299294916097389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/33299294916097389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/33299294916097389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-you-edit-mark-twain.html' title='Can you edit Mark Twain?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TSVW8iR-cDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8X3PT63Fvac/s72-c/DSCN0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1670511792516634354</id><published>2011-01-05T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:24:51.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Max?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is Max?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TST7sFjUP9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xlvDR4NQ_mY/s320/DSCN1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558844574905155538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby really doesn't like pictures.  He doesn't like taking them or being in them.  He also rolls his eyes every time I try and take pictures of the little man or set it up that way.  I really love him a ton but pictures are not his thing.  However, I think he is starting to have a change of heart.  He didn't protest to us purchasing a video camera for the baby and spent and afternoon shopping with me.  He also SUGGESTED this picture set up and thought it would be cute, and willingly PLACED and ARRANGED the baby w/ the stuffed animals.  My hubby is growing!  I think he is also humoring me.  Either way, I am happy he is participating in making memories and cute pics of our little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1670511792516634354?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1670511792516634354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1670511792516634354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1670511792516634354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1670511792516634354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-max.html' title='Where&apos;s Max?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TST7sFjUP9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xlvDR4NQ_mY/s72-c/DSCN1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5757500893473368585</id><published>2011-01-02T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:58:00.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a family photo shoot with the fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.KatieMcGihonPhotography.com/"&gt;Katie McGihon&lt;/a&gt; when our little man was just 3 weeks old.  It's hard to believe how much he has grown since then!  But here are a few of my favorite shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my sweet non-camera shy guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz0AyFcNnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IlnKse26vl0/s320/019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584334550120050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, look at this guy holding his neck up, ready to explore the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz0AlGhb7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/J-FvvdvojPc/s320/022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584331064995762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two amazing men.  Matt is truly an amazing dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz0AWVnScI/AAAAAAAAANw/8QhRmEuxbhw/s320/015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584327101761986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kisses from mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz0AGXeNmI/AAAAAAAAANo/wo086JDNCLM/s320/012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584322814588514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Medina's in 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzz_rQbUTI/AAAAAAAAANg/IyAzTe2feb4/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556584315537281330" /&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/13754506-5757500893473368585?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5757500893473368585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5757500893473368585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5757500893473368585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5757500893473368585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-photos.html' title='Family Photo&apos;s'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz0AyFcNnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IlnKse26vl0/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7903483330292693319</id><published>2011-01-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:08:00.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new year, a fresh start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://eventservices.disney.go.com/files/10973292.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px; " /&gt;Here is a cute pic of the little man (more to come tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz1e8HrXtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dXHu9dxXGF4/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556585952151559890" /&gt;I am so excited for this year.  So many firsts for the little man, so many firsts for us as a family.  So many new and exciting things ahead of us.  I can't wait to see what the new year brings.  Many your new year truly be bright and full of hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/13754506-7903483330292693319?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7903483330292693319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7903483330292693319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7903483330292693319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7903483330292693319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-post-of-new-year.html' title='1st post of the new year'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRz1e8HrXtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dXHu9dxXGF4/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4012503589249383302</id><published>2010-12-31T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:22:00.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, New goals</title><content type='html'>So last year I made a &lt;a href="http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-wow.html"&gt;blogging goal&lt;/a&gt; to post to this blog twice a month.  I did REALLY GOOD!  There were only a few months in the summer where I only posted once, but the point is I actually maintained this blog on a somewhat regular basis for a year!  Trust me, this is a big deal for me.  I alway start off strong and then completely fizzle out, but not this time.  Sure there was a slump in the middle, but I blame that I being pregnant and CRAZY busy as well as just plain exhausted.  Lets be realistic though, last year I set the goal super low so that I could actually make it happen.  This year, I actually plan on making this blog more a part of my life.  I love writing and miss it.  So if that means the only writing I can do is seemingly meaningless life updates, observations and interesting facts.  So be it.  I mean, I just had a kid (who's adorable face will soon be all over this blog), and since I'm not doing a "baby book" this can serve to show some major life updates as well as keep some family in the loop of what is happening in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I don't just want this to become a "baby/mommy blog".  Yes, I am in that life stage, so it can't be completely avoided, but I would like to still share some opinions and deeper thoughts as I get bolder this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my blogging goals for this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More PICTURES!  I need to take more, and post more pictures on here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog at least ONCE a week!  I think I can do this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have several meaningful blogs where I share things of deeper meaning with my readers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share some of my own writing on here.  (this one is really scare for me.  I have been writing poems and short stories for years, but have never shared them w/ a soul).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a few bloggy goals.  Matt and I still are working on our goals for the new year as a family, and I will post some of them when we finnish.  Have a happy new year everyone!&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/13754506-4012503589249383302?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4012503589249383302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4012503589249383302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4012503589249383302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4012503589249383302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-goals.html' title='New year, New goals'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8665149895007903797</id><published>2010-12-30T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:17:05.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top movies of 2010</title><content type='html'>As I was casually flipping through the yahoo news updates, I saw something interesting and clicked it.  It was the top movies of 2010, as I looked at them I was shocked.  Almost ALL of them were family fun oriented.  AMAZING!  In a world where sex and violence is glorified, families spoke with their dollars this year.  I just hope hollywood is listening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top 10 movies of 2010 are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 – The Karate Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 Shrek Forever After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 Despicable Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 Inception&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 The Twilight Saga Eclipse Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3  Iron Man &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Alice in Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 Toy Story 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Lets take a look at the break down of these films:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Number of animated films: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Number of films aimed at families (in my opinion): 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Number of films rated R: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of movies rated PG-13:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of movies rated PG: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of movies rated G: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top grossing film of 2010 is an ANIMATED movie rated G!  Also don't think that this was a small margin, Toy Story 3 beat out #2 by over 80 million!  This is amazing, it goes to show that you don't have to put "crap" into movies for them to be entertaining or successful.  Very encouraging news to me.  I hope that they make more family friendly films in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8665149895007903797?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8665149895007903797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8665149895007903797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8665149895007903797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8665149895007903797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-movies-of-2010.html' title='Top movies of 2010'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3584845845944686108</id><published>2010-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:18:35.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed on the eve of the eve of a new year</title><content type='html'>This year I have been completely blessed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the most amazing hubby in the world.  (Sorry ladies he is all mine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a mommy to the sweetest boy in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have family and friends who love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a fabulous job that I love, even though I'm currently on leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a cozy apartment that is just what we need right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have amazing parents who live close and allow us to do laundry each week (sometimes more days than one) at there place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has truly blessed me this year.  I can't wait to see what he has in store for me next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3584845845944686108?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3584845845944686108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3584845845944686108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3584845845944686108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3584845845944686108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessed-on-eve-of-eve-of-new-year.html' title='Blessed on the eve of the eve of a new year'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6806187550375805818</id><published>2010-12-22T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:17:22.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never post videos, but this is funny</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is hilarious, enjoy this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the link, because my formating may be off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5Vb9SLkq5k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5Vb9SLkq5k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6806187550375805818?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6806187550375805818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6806187550375805818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6806187550375805818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6806187550375805818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-never-post-videos-but-this-is-funny.html' title='I never post videos, but this is funny'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1457820032820660147</id><published>2010-12-09T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:55:00.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions about me and Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What are your middle names?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Jordan and Nicole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; How long have you been together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; five years come feb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; How long did you know each other before you started dating?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We were friends for a year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who asked who out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We went to disneyland as friends, and totally fell for each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Whose siblings do/ did you see the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Well we see my brother recently more often because we go to his basketball games 1-2 times a week.  We also see his sister a fair amount.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Do you have any children together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Yes, we have a new son.  Max!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; What about pets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We have a outdoor kitty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Which situations are the hardest on you as a couple?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Finances&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Did you go to the same school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Yep, we met in college&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you from the same home town?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; nope, but we are both from southern california&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is the smartest?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; My hubby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is the most sensitive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Where do you eat out most as a couple?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Fast food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Mexican Riviara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who has the craziest exes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Well considering I'm the only one who has any exes i would have to say me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who has the worst temper?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who does the cooking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We both do.  He cooks a fair amount because of my work schedule he makes lunch for me.  But I love cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is more social?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We are both very social&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is the neat-freak? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Neither of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is the more stubborn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Not me.  Ok fine its me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who hogs the bed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; He hogs the bed, and I hog the sheets/covers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Me unless he is working.  But I'm usually the last out of bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Where was your first date?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Disneyland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who has the bigger family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Do you get flowers often?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Hardly ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; How do you spend the holidays?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We mix it up each year,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who is more jealous?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Neither of us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; How long did it take to get serious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Well we "officially" became a couple about 3 weeks after our first date and we got engaged a year after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Sometimes me, sometimes him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who does/ did the laundry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; We both do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who’s better with the computer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;We both are good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Who drives when you are together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; Most of the time its him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1457820032820660147?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1457820032820660147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1457820032820660147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1457820032820660147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1457820032820660147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/questions-about-me-and-matt.html' title='Questions about me and Matt'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3948438147482699657</id><published>2010-12-08T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:47:58.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be in prayer</title><content type='html'>My old college pastor's new born son and family need your prayers!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lothblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://lothblogs.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please go here for more information and be in prayer for this family during this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3948438147482699657?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3948438147482699657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3948438147482699657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3948438147482699657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3948438147482699657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/please-be-in-prayer.html' title='Please be in prayer'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-952318395264073852</id><published>2010-12-05T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:26:29.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A virgin birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webartstore.com/images/Nativity_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 423px;" src="http://www.webartstore.com/images/Nativity_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Christmas season is here.  The decorations are appearing on street corners, in the malls and filling the stores.  Christmas music is starting to fill the air waves in cars, stores and homes.  What is the big deal about Christmas?  The big deal is that a small child was born, in a dirty stable, in a insignificant town, to common parents.  Here is the big deal: Mary the mother of this child was a virgin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As Larry King said in regards to what he would ask Jesus: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I would like to ask Him if He was indeed virgin born, because the answer to that question would define history."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The birth of the Savior has defined history.  It has changed my life, and I love remembering that at Christmas time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-952318395264073852?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/952318395264073852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=952318395264073852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/952318395264073852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/952318395264073852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/12/virgin-birth.html' title='A virgin birth'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5795120299021671030</id><published>2010-11-28T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:22:15.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TPMNC224zZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UpanCa5qcuM/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TPMNC224zZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UpanCa5qcuM/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544789908959841682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my husband is amazing!  He is such a fabulous daddy to our son.  Seriously, he is so wonderful with our little man.  He helps me out so much, and takes great care of me and the baby.  I love the two men in my life.  They are both amazing :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I am currently running a fever, so I'm camped out at my mom's and she is taking care of me and the baby.  My mommy rocks my world!  I promise I will return to a semi regular blogging schedule soonish, but with no interwebs at our apartment it means lugging a baby out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5795120299021671030?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5795120299021671030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5795120299021671030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5795120299021671030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5795120299021671030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sweet-boys.html' title='My sweet boys'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TPMNC224zZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UpanCa5qcuM/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2089331752335648383</id><published>2010-11-21T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:01:48.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximus James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TOm872Ur19I/AAAAAAAAAMs/x048upBTHOo/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542168552836683730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maximus James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born 11/15/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7lbs 15oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apologies for my absence.  I really thought I would have been able to get to a computer sooner, but considering we have no internet at home it was a bit more challenging than I thought it would be.  He is here!  I am so excited that I actually get to hold this amazing bundle of joy.  He is perfect, even if he keeps me up at night when I'm trying to sleep.  More on him and how he made his entry into the world a bit later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2089331752335648383?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2089331752335648383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2089331752335648383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2089331752335648383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2089331752335648383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/maximus-james.html' title='Maximus James'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TOm872Ur19I/AAAAAAAAAMs/x048upBTHOo/s72-c/IMG_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3380111075710255275</id><published>2010-11-16T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:25:00.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you like to hear about?</title><content type='html'>So I have successfully made it 1/2 the month of posting 1 blog every day!  It is exciting and challenging.  I wont lie, I scheduled many of the posts ahead of time so that I know that they will get posted on the right day.  The reason for this is two fold.  Number one, I have no clue of knowing when I will/would (see this is where the scheduling is a bit tricky) go into labor.  Therefore I wanted to make sure that I would still be able to have a post a day for all of you.  Number two, I don't have internet at my home.  I type the post at home, and then transfer them and schedule them to blogger while I'm at work.  I especially have to do this for Friday's and Saturdays because I unless I go to starbucks or my parents, there is no way that I will have access to the internet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have several interesting blog post planed for the rest of the month.  Ok, fine, so they are interesting to me, and hopefully you will enjoy/appreciate them as well.  However, I would like to know if any of my readers have something they would like me to write about in particular.  You can post a comment for this post, or if you are shy (since I don't a annoynomus  llowcomments due to spam) you can use my formspring on the right hand side of my blog.  I am not in any way saying that I WILL write about your suggestions, I am just curious to know what my few readers would like to hear about.  So please, don't be shy and give me some writing ideas that YOU would find interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3380111075710255275?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3380111075710255275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3380111075710255275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3380111075710255275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3380111075710255275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-would-you-like-to-hear-about.html' title='What would you like to hear about?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4065221047298105255</id><published>2010-11-15T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:25:00.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is something about having an honest exchange of ideas/beliefs</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to have an open and honest exchange of beliefs without judgment from either side?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had this burning to work some things out with what I believe and discuss it with others who disagree to see the differences.  I really do enjoy honest conversations/debates about personal feelings.  However I find that many times, feelings are hurt and friendships are either ended or strained by this exchange.  That isn't something I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how to not sound judgmental when I state my beliefs that I know others are going to feel judged by.  For example, I don't agree with sex before marriage.  I strongly feel that way, however I know many people who do believe that.  SO WHAT?  I honestly don't judged them, I feel like their lives could be better if they chose to live the way I believe is best, but most of them feel the same way about me.  They feel that I have "missed out" because the only man I have slept with is my husband.  I feel that they have "missed out" because they don't know how amazing it is to only share that with one person forever.  There is no way to compare either.  There is no way to determine which way is truly better for we can only know one of these two experiences therefore there is no way to truly know which is "better".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that when I have higher standards for myself than others they feel judged?  I don't judge them.  I have chosen to live a certain way and honestly I LOVE it.  I think it is the BEST way to live and I want to share that with you.  Yet, many times people still feel as if I'm judging them or attempt to make me feel like my choices are less valid because of things I have not experienced and therefore can't have an informed opinion which means that their opinion is more valid than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel judged when someone has higher standards than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you have an honest debate/exchange of ideas with someone who has vastly different views than you without feeling hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it important or is there even a reason to exchange ideas with others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel about this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4065221047298105255?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4065221047298105255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4065221047298105255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4065221047298105255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4065221047298105255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-is-something-about-having-honest.html' title='There is something about having an honest exchange of ideas/beliefs'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5444734759963864104</id><published>2010-11-14T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:12:00.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa Schilling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TNnndeJ1NwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnlNfq40S0E/s1600/File0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TNnndeJ1NwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnlNfq40S0E/s320/File0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537711710325257986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan, Grandpa, Jessica and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My grandpa was an amazing man.  He cherished my grandmother (and you could tell).  He loved his kids and grandkids unconditionally, regardless of what they got themselves into.  He gave to those who needed it, he was there to support those who needed a shoulder to cry on.  He was an elder in the church, a man of God.  I have many wonderful memories of my grandfather.  I remember when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, he had a heart attack.  I remember spending countless hours in the hospital visiting him.  We snuck into the ICU so that we could spend time with him.  The nurses didn't seem to mind as he was always in good spirits when we left, and we were quiet and didn't disturb the other patients.  Then when I was a sophomore in high school, my grandfather decided to have an experimental surgery.  He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and didn't want to get to the point where he couldn't recognize his family.  So he choose to take a chance on a surgery that studies showed would give him another 5+ lucid years.  He was the 5th person to ever have this surgery, and the 1st to have it on both sides of his brain at the same time.  They basically took stem cells that they grew from another part of his body and injected them in 5 parts of his brain on each side to stimulate new growth and slow down the process of Alzheimer's. They hit a web of weak blood vessels that caused bleeding on the brain.  He was in a coma for 35 days before he went to be with the Lord.  I miss him.  He was a very special person in my life, and I am so thankful that we grew up near enough for him to be a big part in my life.  I am also thankful that I have a dad who is going to be an amazing grandfather to my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5444734759963864104?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5444734759963864104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5444734759963864104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5444734759963864104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5444734759963864104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-grandpa-schilling.html' title='My Grandpa Schilling'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TNnndeJ1NwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnlNfq40S0E/s72-c/File0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3833515115561094215</id><published>2010-11-13T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T16:33:00.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reflection on the last 9 months</title><content type='html'>Today is my "due date" so I am going to take time to reflect on the last 9 months of my life, as it is all about to change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March: I found out I was pregnant, and started to experience "morning sickness" but mine was from about 2 or 3pm until 10 or 11pm.  Which was great for getting to work on time but annoying for anything I had planned after work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April:  We started to tell people we were expecting.  We told our parents at easter in person because they were all together.  I told my bosses at work, and a few select friends.  We announced the pregnancy "officially" after I was 12 weeks, just to make sure all was well.  I also received a state disability refund and found out that I didn't qualify for state paid leave because we weren't supposed to be getting that with held from our pay checks and it was too late for me to get my own short term disability leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May: I started really feeling tired, and exhausted, but all in all it was a good month.  I started gearing up for my big summer program at work, and people in the church started to realize that I was expecting.  I found out that I would have up to 12 weeks off for maternity leave, and that it would be unpaid, minus my vacation time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June: Was a complete blur with Summer Blast and trying to sleep.  God blessed me by feeling good most of the time and we started to save like crazy!  We also found out we were gonna have a boy!  We also got to feel our baby kicking like CRAZY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July:  Matt got a job!  It's only part time on Saturday and Sunday, BUT it means that 1) we have extra money coming in to save and pay for baby stuff and 2) Matt can stay home during the week with the baby so no paying for childcare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August:  I spent all of August preparing to be gone from work for 6-12 weeks.  We also started to collect all of the baby stuff we needed as well as made the official decision to cloth diaper (more on that in another post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September:  I honestly have no idea what happened to this month.  I know that we got our big baby items thanks to our amazing parents, as well as started to rearrange our 1 bedroom so that it could accommodate baby stuff.  It went by so fast, it was almost as if it didn't exist.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October:  Was such a full month, I don't even know where to begin.  My amazing MIL threw me a shower in LA so that all of my college friends could come as well as some family.  Then my aunt thought it was horrible for me to not have a shower in the town I grew up in and was currently living in so she threw me one completely last minute.  Also, a few ministries from the church chose to take up a love offering for Matt and I.  Such a blessing as it is helping us purchase the other things we need for baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November: The baby is coming!  I seriously have spent the entire month timing contractions, wondering when I will go into labor and hoping that it will come soon.  I remember being anxious/excited for my wedding and it has been pretty much the same feeling except for the fact that I don't know WHEN.  With the wedding, I had a solid count down, with this, the not knowing is killing my inner control freak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3833515115561094215?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3833515115561094215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3833515115561094215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3833515115561094215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3833515115561094215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/reflection-on-last-9-months.html' title='A reflection on the last 9 months'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8515963843310896425</id><published>2010-11-12T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:38:00.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blueskycelebrantservices.com.au/wedding%20rings1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 479px; height: 342px;" src="http://blueskycelebrantservices.com.au/wedding%20rings1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marriage is one of the most challenging rewarding adventures I have embarked on in my life.  To so many people marriage means so many different things.  Here are somethings that it means to me:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Marriage is forever.  Divorce is rising, people are entering into marriage without thinking or really even getting to know each other first.  I personally believe that marriage is a life time commitment.  There are very few loopholes in this, and even if a so called "loophole" presents itself that doesn't mean you should take it.  I think that "irreconcilable differences" is a lame excuse to get out of a commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Marriage is sacred.  Marriage is something that is ordained by God.  It is Biblical, and established by God.  It is used as an example of love, and sacrifice.  It, in it's pure form is supposed to help us understand God's relationship with us and Christ's relationship with the Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Marriage is important.  Having one person to share your life with, someone who will love you unconditionally, someone who will tell you when you are wrong and support you when you fall.  Someone who will check and balance you, and support you.  Being in that relationship when you both know that no one is going anywhere no matter what happens.  It is more than just a verbal commitment it is a spiritual becoming of one that no one can separate with a paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just some of my personal thoughts and opinions on marriage.  I have more, but what are your thoughts?  Comments? Questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8515963843310896425?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8515963843310896425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8515963843310896425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8515963843310896425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8515963843310896425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5029537874281888536</id><published>2010-11-11T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:35:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veteran's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cristyli.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Veterans-Day-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.cristyli.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Veterans-Day-2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73);  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;To all of our Vet's, thank you for your service.  To all who are currently serving, thank you for your sacrifice.  We truly appreciate you and all you have done for us.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5029537874281888536?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5029537874281888536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5029537874281888536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5029537874281888536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5029537874281888536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veteran&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6003106129318317942</id><published>2010-11-10T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:29:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me about you...</title><content type='html'>I have just spent the last few days giving you way too much personal and completely random information about myself.  I hope that in a little way it helps you understand me as a person better.  Now I want to know about you as my readers.  Please tell my a few random things about yourself and introduce yourself to me if I don't know you.  I know I have a few quiet lurkers and I would love to know who you are, so please say hi!  Also to my friends, try and come up with random stuff that I don't already know about you.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6003106129318317942?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6003106129318317942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6003106129318317942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6003106129318317942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6003106129318317942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-tell-me-about-you.html' title='So tell me about you...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8880245924482753510</id><published>2010-11-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:51:00.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about me #81-100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://terrorfromthedeep.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/100grap.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=300"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://terrorfromthedeep.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/100grap.jpg?w=400&amp;amp;h=300" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I love sleeping with the window open, fresh cool night air is amazing.  However I could do without my noisy neighbors.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82.  I am a flip flop girl.  I love my reefs and wear them all the time.  Thankfully I live in Southern Cali and can wear them year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83.  I have severe allergies.  If you give me something with almonds in it, I will need to be rushed to the ER before I can no longer breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84.  Butterflies and rainbows make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85.  I love classic movies.  Roc Hudson, Doris day, Tony Curtis, Jack Lemon, Jimmy Stewart need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86.  I speak French. I'm not fluent, but I still practice and read in it as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87.  Growing up I loved to babysit, I got to play with kids and make money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89.  I write poetry, but am not brave enough to share it with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90.  I have found a new love of coupon cutting, it is amazing.  I save $5-$15 per shopping trip just by spending 20ish minutes a week cutting and organizing.  TOTALLY worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91.  My bible is one of the things I cherish the most, it has tons of markings in it from the last several years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92.  Technology (much like social networking) has made my life easier and more challenging.  Sometimes I think the amish have the right idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93.  I have always had a fascination with secret passageways.  Someday I want to design my own home and create hidden passages and rooms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94.  I love inspirational quotes.  Well some of them, others annoy me greatly, and you never know which ones are going to be which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95.  My "little" brother is 6'10'' a full foot taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96.  I think that the idea of community is wonderful, however living with people isn't always the easiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97.  I love sports, but rarely participate any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98.  I love internet communities, but often I participate as an onlooker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99.  My blog is called "There is something about..." because originally my plan was to make random observations from my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100.  I love my blog, and wonder who all reads it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8880245924482753510?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8880245924482753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8880245924482753510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8880245924482753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8880245924482753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-about-me-81-100.html' title='Things about me #81-100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4462731609515287177</id><published>2010-11-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:39:14.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness about me #61-80</title><content type='html'>61. I love chocolate.  I mean REALLY love chocolate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Children's Ministry is the most rewarding and challenging calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63.  I'm so sick of being pregnant.  Really, I totally am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64.  Being prego is one of the most amazing, frustrating miracles ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65.  I have no idea how people can look at the beauty around them and think that it happened by accident.  Seriously, I really don't understand it.  It really makes no sense to me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66.  I love eating veggies and salads, but I don't do it very often.  Mostly because I have the hardest time finding good produce as well as a husband who refuses to touch the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67.  My husband is the most amazing person in the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68.  Disneyland is one of my most favorite places ever.  It is my happy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69.  My engagement ring is the most expensive thing I have ever worn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70.  I love being crafty, but what I make NEVER matches what I want it to look like in my head or the picture I'm trying to copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71.  I have a really bad habit of listening into others conversations while in public.  I'm not sure why but I think people are interesting the way they act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72.  My favorite color is hot pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73.  I have recently found a fun new hobby of playing online poker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74.  I have been in three car accidents.  All as passengers.  I still freak out if I see tons of break lights, as well as have occasional panic attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75.  It really bugs me when people break the rules or abuse the privileges they have, and totally get away with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76.  I yell at other drivers who are being stupid.  Sometimes out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77.  I don't bite my nails, I peel them.  It is a horrible habit and the reason that unless I have acrylic nails they are super short and ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78.  95% of the time I wear a dress or skirt to church.  Not because I have to, but because it is how I grew up as well as something that inside i feel is "proper" for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79.  I multitask way to much. Sometimes I do it so much that it is distracting.  Other times I find the perfect combination to get tons done fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80.  I hate spiders.  I REALLY hate black widows.  I don't like the idea that something that small can do so much damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4462731609515287177?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4462731609515287177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4462731609515287177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4462731609515287177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4462731609515287177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/randomness-about-me-61-80.html' title='Randomness about me #61-80'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7623483639582054418</id><published>2010-11-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:32:09.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about me #41-60</title><content type='html'>41. I totally have a slight form of OCD.  But I am OCD about my OCD, and refuse to give into it, which means that I leave things messy on purpose sometimes just so that I have to deal with it.  However, when I'm stressed out, I will realize that I have organized things in my OCD way without realizing it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. I went to counseling for 2 years while in college.  I spent a lot of money on it (when else can you get counseling for $12 an hour), but it was totally worth it and changed my perspective on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I love being outdoors.  Parks, beaches, mountains, desert you name it.  I find beauty in God's creation, and enjoy being in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. I have a love hate relationship with shopping.  When I need to find something I can't, and when I'm "just looking" I spend money I don't need to spend.  Why is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Growing up I wanted to be just like Nancy Drew and solve crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. I have a fascination with mysteries.  I love watching any crime drama show/movie and many books about it.  I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. My family is a little bit crazy, but I love them anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.  I hate being asked what my favorite movie or book is.  I don't have any one favorite, I love far to many to have just one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. I'm not a music person.  I enjoy music, and know there are some things that I don't enjoy, however I could really take it or leave it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. I'm really trying to figure out if I can come up with 50 more random things.  It's more challenging than it looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51.  My extended family are in a feud on my mom's side.  It really sucks.  We used to have 20+ people over for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Now, everyone is refusing to come over and making other plans.  It really sucks that my baby will not get to experience that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52.  One of the coolest trips I ever took was a 5,000+ car trip w/ my grandma.  We drove from southern cali, to Seattle to Montana, to South Dakota, to Colorado and back in 3 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. Growing up I always wanted a cat.  When I finally got one in 8th grade, she didn't like me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54.  I have always wondered why people find gossip mags and celebrities lives so interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55.  Social networks make my life easier and harder at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. I totally am a total Mac geek now.  I love my mac book pro and my iPhone.  I would love an ipad, however they are expensive and it is something I can't justify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57.  Matt and I don't have internet or cable at our apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58.  I am a hopeless romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59.  I LOVE to go antique shopping.  Even if I don't buy anything, I love looking at old stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60.  Someday I want to have really cool view from my home.  Mountains, beach, desert doesn't matter, just something that I can look at God's creation every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7623483639582054418?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7623483639582054418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7623483639582054418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7623483639582054418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7623483639582054418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-about-me-41-60.html' title='Things about me #41-60'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4464738405635770377</id><published>2010-11-06T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:16:00.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me #21-40</title><content type='html'>21. I have lived in Southern California my entire life.  Born in the OC, raised in the Palm Springs area, went to college in LA and now living back in the desert.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. If you don't count layovers for international flights, I have never been to the east coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Growing up I had protective parents.  I still to this day have not seen the movie Titanic, and pretty much most PG-13 movies that came out before I was 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Many Saturday mornings growing up, my parents would take us garage sale shoping.  We usually got a dollar or two to spend.  Let me tell you that dollar or two can go a long way when toys and books are $.10 0 $.25 a piece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Some weekends we would ride our bikes to the local donut shop, less than a mile from our house.  The only problem was this huge hill we live up.  Going to the shop was easy, until I was 10 I had to get off my bike and walk it or have my dad help push me because I couldn't petal up the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. When I was in fist grade, my parents gave us an early Christmas present.  The week before Thanksgiving, we got a Golden Retriever.  Best gift ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I was in some sort of choir from Kindergarten until 5th grade.  Then nothing, I think I realized that I can't really sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. In elementary school I had a ton of extra curricular activities.  I played tennis 2-3 days a week, I took piano lessons, played volleyball, did Awana's and participated in school plays.  I was one busy kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Growing up, I thought that my house was the coolest.  I still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. When I was in 1st grade, I got the coolest fish bed spread.  It was Hawaiian and had amazing colors in it.  My dad painted my baseboards a hot pink color and matched it to my blinds.  It was pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.  I always thought I was going to die before high school.  I don't know why, but I really had that feeling growing up.  It was really weird, and totally morbid.   I even mentioned it multiple times in diaries.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I loved my birthday parties growing up.  My parents always did amazing themes, games and cakes.  It was totally AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. When I was in 5th grade, my elementary school got uniforms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. In middle school, one of my favorite teachers was the teacher everyone hated.  She could be mean, but that was only if you didn't do your work and gave her attitude.  I will totally admit to being teacher pet and always going above and beyond in her class.  I also learned a lot doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. I wanted to be a teacher for almost as long as I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. I was a total fish growing up.  I spent the entire summer in the pool swimming, and loved it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. I will admit that I collected American Girl dolls until I was well into high school.  I am so sad that they are retiring my favorites, but thankful I have them so that someday any daughters I have can play with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Vacations for us growing up were car trips to far away places, and involved many hours in the car cramped next to my brother.  I loved it, and all of the many memories we have because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. My brother and I spend endless hours building empires out of blankets, furniture, books and sheets.  I only wish we had pictures of the epic forts that we constructed in our living room and backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Growing up I wanted to be a missionary and live in a far away country.  No this does not conflict with #35, it was part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4464738405635770377?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4464738405635770377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4464738405635770377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4464738405635770377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4464738405635770377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/100-things-about-me-21-40.html' title='100 things about me #21-40'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2370198551510369287</id><published>2010-11-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:41:00.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me #1-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my 100 blog post is coming up, which I feel is a shame considering I have been writing on this thing for 5 years now (oops!), I am going to be sharing with you all 100 random things about me.  Some are silly others are serious and most likely more than you would like to know.  But I feel that this will help any of the readers who do read this, connect with me better.  I will post #100 as my 100th blog post.  Here is #1-20:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. I love reading but hardly get or even make the time to do so.  One of my favorite ways to read is to have my wonderful hubby read out loud to me.  It is the best!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love cooking and baking, but hate doing the dishes and feeling "trapped" in the kitchen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love desserts.  I mean LOVE them.  Way more than any girl should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love traveling.  If I had a ton of spendable money, I would use it to see the world and experience new cultures and ways of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love my alma matter Biola University.  I am so thankful for the time I spent there, the things I learned and the relationships I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I hate that I am lazy about things.  No really, I'm super lazy about things I shouldn't be and it bugs me, but I'm too lazy to do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I hate that I am so far away from many of my dearest friends.  It is hard to have heart to hearts over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I hate that I suck at finishing things.  I'm really good at starting projects, or having awesome ideas but the follow through is something that I need major improvement on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I hate that I am not challenging myself enough.  This is mostly due to numbers 6 &amp;amp; 8 above.  But it is so true.  I need to be challenged by others its like if I don't have some big motivation I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I hate that I have dumb addictions to things.  They are seemingly little things, but I really can't seem to stop doing them.  They aren't bad either, so I have practically no motivation to do so, but still it bugs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I am generally a happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I tend to look at all of the problems and reasons things can't be, before I see solutions or ways around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I have the privilege of having one of the most amazing jobs on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I am excited to start my new journey of being a mommy, but mostly scared.  Not because I don't feel qualified or like I'm going to fail.  It is just the weight of realizing that a little one is going to be dependent on me for EVERYTHING.  It is a sobering and slightly horrifying but wonderful though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I have a horrible habit of telling white lies.  Stupid things that don't matter at all, but I do it and I'm really not sure why, I really am trying to stop myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I am living in my home town.  The place I swore that when I grew up, I would NEVER live.  Life is funny like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I have an inner-monologue going on in my head pretty much at all times.  Occasionally I will catch myself saying it out loud, typically at the grocery store, where I get many funny looks then realize I am saying it out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I feel like a failure most of the time.  I know that I am not, but still sometimes I can't shake the feeling that somethings or someone would be better with out me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I want to actually succeed in some of my goals this year for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I am a sports fan.  I enjoy watching baseball and basketball.  I can't stand football (either version).  My favorite sport to watch though is beach volleyball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2370198551510369287?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2370198551510369287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2370198551510369287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2370198551510369287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2370198551510369287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/100-things-about-me-1-20.html' title='100 Things about me #1-20'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3201109746797005205</id><published>2010-11-04T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:50:57.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, TMI - Pregnancy story</title><content type='html'>So last night I felt a "gush".  I knew my water hadn't broken, but I felt like it may be leaking.  I thought it a fluke and moved on.  I went home, laid down for 30 min and then stood up again, I felt a little fluid.  So I tried it again, and then we ended up deciding to go get checked out just incase my water was leaking.  We went to the L&amp;amp;D (labor and delivery) department of the hospital and they hooked me up on some monitors.  I was contracting every 2-4 minutes.  Which I had been feeling but they weren't very strong.  Then they did the exam and I found out I was 3 cm.  At 4cm they keep you.  They tested the fluid and it wasn't amitotic fluid which is a good thing, meaning I don't have a leak.  I was given the option to stay, but I chose to go home.  The contractions weren't strong enough.  Basically, I have been contracting every 4-7 minutes for the last day.  However they are not strong, which means I'm not really in labor, but I kind am.  It is really frustrating.  I want them to go away, or I want to go into labor.  PICK ONE!  I am so not a fan of these stupid contractions, but I know that I have to have them, so it would be really nice if they were productive.  Matt is convinced I'm going into labor this weekend, but I'm not to sure.  It would be really nice to, but at the same time, I really don't want to get my hopes up but at the same time it would be nice.  Who knows when it is gonna happen maybe this weekend, maybe next but for sure by the one after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3201109746797005205?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3201109746797005205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3201109746797005205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3201109746797005205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3201109746797005205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/warning-tmi-pregnancy-story.html' title='Warning, TMI - Pregnancy story'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-9119900894940250965</id><published>2010-11-03T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:57:10.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's day 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well so far it has appeared that I have made it to day 3, still very pregnant but alive and well enough to blog about something that has bothered me for a few weeks.  A few weeks ago, I was skimming my google reader, and stumbled across a picture that broke my heart and wreaked me in more ways than one.  I couldn't believe it, so I tested it out for myself and sure enough it is true.  Here is the picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TNGQ-Gb6qUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ur3J4vRNC1M/s320/christiansgooglesearch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535364813569042754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Test it out for your self.  (or go to the link the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenextweb.com/shareables/2010/10/22/why-are-muslimsjewschristiansbuddhists-so…/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheNextWeb+(The+Next+Web+All+Stories)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to see more). Go to google, and start typing in the phrase, "why are Christians..."  See what you come up with.  This KILLS ME.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why doesn't it say Christians are happy?  We have the most reason to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why doesn't it say Christians are loving?  Aren't we called to show love to others in radical ways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why doesn't it say Christians are different?  Shouldn't we be living in a way that makes others ask that question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As Christians we have been labeled; "stupid", "judgmental", "mean", "hateful" etc.  THIS SHOULD NOT BE.  It breaks my heart that this is the popular opinion of us.  For the non-Christians out there who have formed this opinion of us, I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart, this is not what my faith is about.  For all of my brothers and sisters in Christ, I challenge you to shine your light in a different way, and I leave you with this scripture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.  You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven."  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Here is the actual article below from the National Journal by Lindsey Boerma, with my own commentary at the end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"What recession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The lousy economy may be hurting most Americans but the politicians and consultants hoping to win your votes are enjoying a boom economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Candidates for Congress have spent more than $3.6 billion on this election so far, according to the Center for Responsive Politics, and they're still burning through the cash. (American Crossroads makes final $6M ad blitz) (DCCC purchases $21.6 million worth of air time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since all of them insist they're for helping average American families, the National Journal staff was curious to know how else they might have spent all that money on our behalf. How would Americans feel if, instead of attack ads, slick mailers and robocalls, our politicians lavished us with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Tuition for 62,548 students at America's most expensive university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forbes recently listed Sarah Lawrence College as the nation's priciest school, with a tuition rate of $57,556, including room and board. That's a lot of higher education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. 3,973,510 monthly mortgage payments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The average monthly mortgage payment, according to analysts at Freddie Mac, is $906 in principal and interest. $3.6 billion would buy one month's reprieve from the repo man for almost 4 million Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. 48 million bleacher tickets for a World Series game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hey, the San Francisco Giants and Texas Rangers kick off the annual baseball classic tonight. Cheap seats cost $75. Wouldn't we all like to be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Annual salaries for 83,116 high school teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Payscale.com pegs the median high school teacher salary at $43,313. Don't we need more math and science experts in the classroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. 1,323,529,412 school lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;The U.S. Department of Agriculture pays $2.72 for every free lunch provided through the National School Lunch Program. For $3.6 billion, a lot more kids could eat — or the ones who already get free lunches might be able to eat better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. 360 million bags of Halloween candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forget the health food; it's Halloween. Why not buy a two-pound bag of Wonka Assorted Candy for $9.99 for every man, woman, and child in the USA — plus about 50,000 extras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. 12,286,689 unemployment checks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unemployment benefits vary widely by state but the national average is about $293 a week. Aren't all those politicians saying they want to help the jobless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. 1,440 Super Bowl commercials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Does anyone think we don't have enough already? The most coveted advertising event of the year averages $2.5 million per commercial, meaning this year's campaign spending numbers could pay for 1,440 spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Annual salaries for 75,263 police officers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The average law enforcement officer's salary is $47,832 says Payscale.com; what candidate doesn't want to put more cops on the beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. A 248-season contract for LeBron James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, he gets paid $14.5 million a year, but we could afford him. Eat your hearts out, Miami Heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. 7.2 million iPads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The lowest-end iPad offering 16 GB and Wi-Fi runs at Apple.com for $499, which means that $3.6 million would afford the product to 7,200,000 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;line-height:24.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. Priuses for 526 Oprah audiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At $22,800 apiece, "You get a car! You get a car! Everybody gets a car!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;End of Article (incase you didn't notice the quotations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow, this just blows me away. I seriously would have chosen ANY of these options over having to deal with stupid mailers, and advertisements that don't actually inform voters of the important facts about each candidate or propositions. What if a candidate actually chose to forgo advertising and campaigning in the "usual" sense and spent their money helping their already/soon to be constituents? Would they be elected? Would people notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 51, 66); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't vote based off of what you have seen and heard in the media, do research, be informed and VOTE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8125427225011052895?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8125427225011052895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8125427225011052895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8125427225011052895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8125427225011052895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-honor-of-todays-election.html' title='In honor of today&apos;s election'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1326792269636395970</id><published>2010-11-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:42:12.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;I can hardly believe that November is already here! It is a complete dream, the time has gone by so fast yet so slow at the same time. September and October flew by as a whole, but each day seems to creep by so slowly. I can't believe that this month I will become a mom. I don't know when, just that it will be anytime before thanksgiving. I'm currently 38 weeks, and starting to show signs of "starting the process" but for first timers it could still be another 2-3 weeks. I am so excited to start this new journey in my life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;On a completely separate note, for three or four years now, I have wanted to participate in &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0B15E8"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where a person is challenged to write 50,000 words of a story from midnight on November 1st until 11:59pm on November 30th. However, with me having a baby some point this month, I just don't think that is realistic. Something else I have been wanting to do, is drum up my blogging. I want to actually write about the things I'm thinking about or things I find interesting and want to share with others, as well as have a place to publicly share what is going on in my personal life in a meaningful way. So, even though I will most likely not succeed due to being in the hospital for a few days to give birth I am going to attempt another writing event that starts today. &lt;a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0B15E8"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (now that is a mouthful to say!), basically the goal is to post a blog each day during the month of November. Again due to going into labor at some unknown point this month I can't guarantee that I will be able to complete this challenge, but I figure at least it will get me posting a bit more this month. So join me as I attempt to post a blog each day, we will see how far I get!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1326792269636395970?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1326792269636395970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1326792269636395970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1326792269636395970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1326792269636395970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-is-here.html' title='November is here!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2733395754523571262</id><published>2010-10-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:08:16.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><title type='text'>Date Night!</title><content type='html'>Matt and I had a great date night on Saturday.  It was actually unintentional.  On his way home from work, I suggested making pot roast for dinner, with some side dish, and he agreed.  We attempted to go to the movies two weekends ago but it was a total flop, I was really sore from a dr.'s appointment and last weekend I full on fell asleep from about 2pm until 4 or so and woke up groggy and cranky.  When Matt had come home and taken his shower (he works at a paintball field and gets SUPER dirty at work), he suggested we go to the movies with some movie passes we had.  I agreed and we had enough time to get in there at the 4 something showing.  We saw RED.  SOOOOO good.   I loved it.  It was the perfect combination of action and comedy.  The reason I normally am not the biggest fan of action is because its all shoot'em up gore type stuff, and the story is weak.  However RED had some great wit and humor about it that made the movie really fun and enjoyable.  After the movie it was almost 7, and the baby inside of me was screaming for food.  We ended up at the Red Robin, and just had a really nice casual dinner.  My hubby sucks at planning dates (this is something he will willingly admit), however just spending time together spontaneously was nice.  My hubby is currently working a temp job for his uncle 2 hours away from me M-Th and then working at his regular job Sat and Sun.  So the time with him is nice.  I sure miss him when he is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2733395754523571262?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2733395754523571262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2733395754523571262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2733395754523571262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2733395754523571262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-night.html' title='Date Night!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2544870149717479309</id><published>2010-10-14T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:59:02.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phillips Family</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I had the opportunity to visit with a couple who are very dear to my heart.  MY children's pastor and his wife.  I have known Brent and Leah Phillips for 20 years (wow, crazy!).  Brent was my pastor growing up, and because I was a PK, we had a special relationship.  They watched my brother and I for a weekend.  I remember visiting Leah when she was on bed rest pregnant with their first.  I taught Sunday school to three of their children when they were four years old.  Then my Junior year of high school, they moved to Texas.  I even visited them when I was in Austin, and spent the afternoon with them.  I honestly could go on and on about how wonderful this family is and how big of a blessing they have been to my.  I wont, I will just leave it as the fact that I can honestly say that if it were not for Brent, and his ministry, I would not be in Children's Ministry today.  Now, God has given them a new path, a new direction.  Here is the video they posted to share their new path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15054127" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15054127"&gt;The Phillips Story&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3520045"&gt;Brent Phillips&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Friday morning was a wonderful time to reconnect with them, and hear their hearts for what God has called them to do.  Please join me in praying for this incredible family as they go to do God's work in Uganda.  They are truly going to serve the least of the least, and change the lives of those they minister to forever.  Maybe some day in the next year or two, I can go visit and minister along side of them for a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2544870149717479309?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2544870149717479309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2544870149717479309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2544870149717479309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2544870149717479309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/10/phillips-family.html' title='The Phillips Family'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7856224991556077863</id><published>2010-10-05T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T16:19:05.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quantumcoaching.com.au/CB_images/juggling.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.quantumcoaching.com.au/CB_images/juggling.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like I have been keeping things constantly in motion.  Everything is spinning around me and its all I can do to touch it and keep it from crashing down.  I have an overwhelming work load before I go on maternity leave.  I don't want things to come crashing down while I'm gone, but at the same time I need to trust that the people I'm leaving in charge will do a good job.  I know that they will, but I'm a control freak.  My poor hubby has been doing most of the house work, because I'm sooo tired at night after work.  We are so busy with things after work hours, it is amazing to me that I get anything done.  I have been dropping the "ball" of relationships lately.  I need to send some emails and make some calls.  They were supposed to be done last week.  The hard thing is, I have so much to say because I haven't talked to them in so long that I know I need to set aside at least 30-45 minutes.  I just don't have it.  I have 3 here 10 there if I'm lucky.  Soon there will be a baby to add into the mix.  Lord, please help!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, helvetica, 'sans serif';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7856224991556077863?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7856224991556077863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7856224991556077863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7856224991556077863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7856224991556077863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-i-have-been-keeping-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6786490296053231354</id><published>2010-09-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:09:32.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Rain</title><content type='html'>I was awoken this morning while it was still dark by an unfamiliar noise.  I thought it was the cat messing around down stairs.  What did he do this time, was my first thought.  I rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep.  I don't know if I fell asleep or not before I heard this unfamiliar noise again.  I knew it wasn't the cat, but didn't know what it was.  Trying to get all of the sleep I could being 8 months pregnant, I attempted to go back to sleep, after my 5th trip to the bathroom that night.  Then I heard it again, it was unmistakable.  It was the sound of thunder!  I woke up my hubby, as I squealed with delight as there was a sudden flash of lightning visible through the skylight in our bathroom.  My hubby who was not very happy with me and could care less that it was thundering outside, declined to run outside to enjoy the show.  (By run, I mean getting outside as fast as a sore, slow moving, very pregnant woman can).  I flung open our front door, and was greeted by my favorite smell in the entire world.  Desert rain.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never been to the Palm Springs area when it is raining, (which if you don't live here is highly unlikely that you have) there is this wonderful aroma that floods the air.  The conditions have to be just right, the scent happens before it starts raining, when it is only sprinkling.  If I remember correctly from a 2nd grade field trip, it is cause by a certain desert plant.  It is the most glorious smell in the world.  There is nothing else like it, therefore it is impossible for me to describe it to those of you who have never smelt it before.  Not only is it an amazing smell, but it has so many memories attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up in the desert, it NEVER rained and by rain, I mean even sprinkled.  That smell as a kid was the promise that I would see a few drops from the sky.  The possibility of jumping in puddles, the possibility of streets being closed because the streets here aren't ready for water, the possibility of catching rain drops on my tongue.  Children who grew up in places where it actually rained on occasion, take these simple joys for granted.  I used to sit in the sprinklers pretending it was rain w/ an umbrella.  Any time there was so much as a drop from the sky, I was outside with boots and an umbrella to play in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I could bottle the smell of desert rain, and save it.  Yet maybe the reason it is so special is because it is so rare.  Desert rain is an old dear friend whom you don't see very often, so each visit is special and dear to your heart.  So desert friends, ignore the crazy pregnant lady attempting to jump in 1/2 inch puddles, catch raindrops on her tongue and taking long deep breaths of desert rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6786490296053231354?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6786490296053231354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6786490296053231354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6786490296053231354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6786490296053231354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/09/desert-rain.html' title='Desert Rain'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5403932453665689260</id><published>2010-09-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:11:34.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm drifting right now.  I am just going through the motions of life.  I get up go to work then each night after work complete what ever scheduled activities I have.  &lt;div&gt;For example, Monday = birth class, Tuesday = life group, Wednesday = midweek ministry, Thursday = discipleship/mentorship time then attempting to have a date night w/ hubby.  Most Friday's I'm working with an event, I have things scheduled nearly EVERY Saturday.  Sunday's for me are a work day and then dinner/laundry at my parents.  I am just going through these motions.  Week after week after week, drifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm spinning around and not making any meaningful connections with anyone.  Because of my schedule, I don't have time to hang out w/ friends.  I rarely even have time to place a phone call to them.  I feel all of my friendships drifting farther and farther away.  To the point where there are deep things that I need to talk about, and I feel like I can't go that deep with the majority of my friends any more.  Even the ones I feel that I can would be over the phone, and I'm not a fan of those types of conversations over the phone.  So much is lost.  I'm scared that this is going to get worse when the baby comes and my drifting will just keep going in the opposite directions of my other relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is where my head has been.  My poor neglected blog.  Also, I don't have pictures, because I'm lazy and I always feel bad about posting w/o pictures.  I need to be better at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5403932453665689260?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5403932453665689260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5403932453665689260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5403932453665689260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5403932453665689260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/09/drifting.html' title='Drifting'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5310115247103597792</id><published>2010-08-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:31:26.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I saw these questions on a blog that I read and thought that they would be fun to answer since my current thoughts are still too jumbled to post, I will post about one of my favorite times by answering these "10 on Tuesday" Questions that I read on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephanywrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stephany writes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, she has a good blog.  You should check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Where did you go to college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Biola University.  A smallish private Christian University that my parents went to and my brother is still attending.  It is in the small town of La Mirada, Ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. What did you study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out as an English Education Major, planing on becoming an english teacher, then found out that I could major in Ministry (working at a church).  Which is something that I hadn't even considered as a job.  I switched majors freshman fall, to Christian Education (now Christian Ministry), and never looked back.  I got to study, teaching, development, small groups, leadership and have a rocking internship for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Was college really all that it was cracked up to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it exceeded my expectations.  I found an amazing group of friends who I was totally blessed with.  We had our own group, we ate dinner together every night (there were like 20+ people at dinner) and got to learn and grow together.  We mostly hung out in the lobby of our dorm and were called the "Lobby Crew" (shout outs to anyone who reads this from that group, love you!).  We even decided to ditch the schools "spring banquet" and create our own.  It was AMAZING!  I loved college, and the friendships I made there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. How far were you from home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about two hours from my "home".  I didn't have a car freshman year, so it may as well have been 500 hours, but it was great.  Close enough to go home for holidays but far enough away that my parents didn't just show up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Did you have the same roommate all four years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mostly different roommates each year.  Freshman year I had a roommate for the 1st semester who moved rooms due to our opposite sleeping schedules.  (she was up with lights on and people in the room until 3am, and I had 8am classes).  So I picked a friend and we were roommates for the next year in a triple with another friend.  Then I moved into the school owned apartments for my next two years, with completely different people.  Total over the four (well 3 1/2 for me) years of college not counting summer housing, I lived with 10 different girls.  Mind you that some were in multiple bedroom apartments and two were suite mates, but ya, I guess I did live with a lot of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Where did you order food from at 2am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molca Salsa - a local horribly greasy mexican fast food place that was open 24hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Denny's - many late night study groups took place in Denny's, many time with the food showing up around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Did you date in college or were you tied down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first year and a half I dated a guy for like 3-4 months?  It REALLY didn't work out, in fact we broke up 3 days after I brought him home for a friends wedding and he met a TON of my friends.  I was mostly free during this time, and loved investing in friendships.  In February of my 2nd year, I started dating this guy.  Then we got engaged, and then we got married, and now we are expecting a baby in November!  So I was "tied down" for the 2nd half of college, but I am so happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Funniest drunk college moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the thing about Biola is you sign this contract.  No drinking while enrolled in classes.  So its a dry campus.  This doesn't mean that there are many who ignore the contract, it just means there are no drunken parties or open drinking.  You may think this is crazy, but I LOVED IT!  It was great not to worry about roomies coming home drunk, or there being wild parties while you were trying to study.  It was a great experience.  So no funny drunk stories from college from me, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Did you make it to class on time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I liked being one of the first there, especially in my major classes because you got to chat with the professors and the other kids in the class.  It was really great for me to be able to build those relationships.  Now I will admit, that there was this one 8am class that attendance didn't count for.  So I showed up maybe a total of 6-7 times the entire semester.  3 of them were for tests that I couldn't miss.  I managed to pull off a B+ in that one, and while I am not proud of not going to the class, I am proud of the fact that it didn't affect my grade too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. What was your favorite class in college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES!  I had so many favorites, I really did.  Here are my top 5 (in no particular order) and why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Foundations of Ministry- This class cemented the fact that I wanted to go into vocational ministry as well as the fact that I was the TA for it the following year.  The professor was amazing, and I apply many things that I learned in that class in my job right now!  Also, this is the class that I meet my hubby in freshman year.  So that in and of its self makes it on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;O&amp;amp;A - (Organization and Administration of Ministry) - I took this class early (it was a 400 level and I took it as a sophomore), and I was so thankful that I did.  I learned more about the brass and tacks of ministry than I learned in all of my other classes combined.  It opened my eyes early that this career path I was on was not going to be an easy one, it was not going to be one that was going to make me a lot of money, or be fun all of the time.  Knowing that, it allowed me to cement that regardless of how hard it was going to be.  This is where God has called me, and it gave me some great tools to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Theology 1- I waited to take this class from "the teacher".  The one that everyone wants for this class.  Its the class that Juniors and Seniors wait to take, so they can have priority and get this professor.  SO WORTH THE WAIT!  This class pushes you in what you believe, why you believe it and how you should respond to it.  I grew so much in my personal faith because of this class, I learned so much about myself.  I was pushed to a greater appreciation and understanding of my faith in an academic way that also affected my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Evangelism - I took this class and loved every minute of it.  I really can't say why, other than the teacher was beyond amazing.  She had us look at things we knew from new perspectives.  Challenged our thinking in so many ways.  It was a GREAT class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;And last, but not least, I am totally going to cheat and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;All of my Dr. Anthony classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Worship - We got to learn about new styles of worship and engaged our minds and hearts into something that is so essential to faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Foundations of Teaching - The second hardest class in the major.  This class was mostly about educational theory and how people learned.  We had to memorize a TON of philosophies, dates, people and theories about education and how people learned.  I was never prouder of a B in my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Internship 2 - If you are afraid of public speaking.  DO NOT take this class ever.  You had to speak, every single week.  You had to present your assignment every week!  Also, in your internship you had to teach 15 times two of which had to be video taped and graded by your mentor AND the professor.  There is also something called the "ummm bell".  If you said umm, or any "filler words" such as like, um, well you know, etc.  the bell would ring and you would have to start from the beginning.  I pulled an A in this class.  Something that very few people do, it was stretching to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dr. Anthony is a true mentor to me.  He is the professor you sign up for office hours for just to talk about life.  He make even the most daunting and difficult material fun and exciting.  He cares for each of his students.  He was even going to marry my hubby and I but we had to change the dates, and he had a date conflicting.  He is one of the biggest reasons I am in ministry and where I am today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;There is my super long 10 question college post, hope you enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5310115247103597792?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5310115247103597792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5310115247103597792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5310115247103597792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5310115247103597792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1713607944210679889</id><published>2010-08-04T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:20:33.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>The concept of love is something I am familiar with on many different levels.  For example there is my love for half baked ice cream.  There is my love for my job, for my co-workers, for my friends.  There is a love for my kids, even when there are 50 of them going crazy at once on a Wednesday night.  Then there is a love for my family, my parents my brother.  There is also my love for my husband.  Each of these I love in a different way to a different level, in a different way.  Then I think about the love I have and will have for my own child.  How great of a love is that?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I think of the Father's love for me, and how He loves me always, no matter what I do, say or feel.  He loves me even when I don't love Him.  How great of a love is that.  His love truly is deeper than the oceans and higher than the heavens.  There is no bounds to His love for me, or you.  How amazing it is to be loved for who I am, where I am today.  That is unconditional love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1713607944210679889?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1713607944210679889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1713607944210679889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1713607944210679889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1713607944210679889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/08/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1505351132612055824</id><published>2010-07-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:03:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me if I felt like I lost part of my identity when I changed my name after I got married.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly had to think about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been Mrs. Medina for almost 11 months now, and I wouldn't change it for the world.  I love having the same name as my husband.  I love that I took his name so that we are united as one family.  Myself as a person didn't change really, at least no more than any other person who gets married.  I got to add something.  The only time that I felt like I was loosing something was a comment my dad said.  My dad finally got his hands on a family heirloom that was his great grandpa's, then his grandpa's then his dad's and now finally his.  He has been drooling over this particular item since he was 10 years old.  It's the riffle he learned to hunt with from his grandpa.  He made a joke about making my brother wait until he was 60 to get it, then I made a joke about him not wanting to pass it down to his first born grandson (currently in my oven).  His reply was, is his last name going to be _________ (insert my maiden last name)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment I realized that part of my identity had changed, in my families eyes.  Which is a good thing!  Matt and I are our own family now.  While my parents will always be my parents, my hubby and I are a different family now, our identity is now meshed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I loose part of my identity? No, I am still the same person.  My identity changed, I am now part of someone else.  It is an addition, not a loss.  I gained so much more than I had before.  At least that is my feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw... I have like 15 unfinished blog posts to make but my prego brain is stalling me out, so I apologize for the lack of recent posts, hopefully my blogging will come back soon, and it will not be overwhelmed by baby stuff, but no promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1505351132612055824?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1505351132612055824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1505351132612055824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1505351132612055824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1505351132612055824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/07/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-3139054155060969061</id><published>2010-06-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:27:00.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Lets call May the month of failed blogging.  Hello long lost blog, I have missed you.  My life has kept me away from you, the insanity of not having an office at work and all of my crazy tasks overwhelmed me.  But now I am back, and I have so much to tell you.  Which means that there will be many posts coming soonish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what my past few weeks have looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30am - 5:15ish Work with a modest lunch break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30-6:30 Dinner and if we are fast squeezing in some grocery shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-10something Game night at our place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30am - 5:15ish Work with a modest lunch break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grab a quick dinner and be 20 min away by 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-8:30/9ish Life Group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come home and CRASH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendsday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30-8:30 Work, with a short lunch and even shorter dinner break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9pm-10pm vegg on couch trying to recover from crazy work day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30am - 5:15ish Work with a modest lunch break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work- date night/ catch up on house / try and have a life night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&amp;amp;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry, being lazy and unmotivated, catching up from the insanity of the week, sometimes going out of town, being sick most weekends etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:15-1:30pm Work/Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:30-2ish lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2ish-5ish rest my swollen ankles and take a nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5ish-10ish start to mentally prepare myself for the week and all I need to get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I type it out it doesn't look that crazy, but it sure has felt that way.  Now that I don't have my Wednesday night program anymore, things will hopefully feel better and more freeing and I wont feel so overwhelmed.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-3139054155060969061?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/3139054155060969061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=3139054155060969061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3139054155060969061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/3139054155060969061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7210320609842504609</id><published>2010-05-05T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:37:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My travel bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't been to a new place since 2008. Since I was 16 every 2 years or so, I have been off to somewhere new, usually a new country (but not always).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2003, I went to Grenada on a mission trip and helped fix up a church that had very bad water damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNWmfKARQ_I/Sbv6Ml2iBJI/AAAAAAAADYc/eYpGGPg2_Go/s400/m_grenada.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2004, my family went on a cruise to Mexico, it was AWESOME. Sorry no pics on my compy for this one :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2006, I went to Ireland for 10 days, and the experience was BEYOND amazing.  This is the courtyard of trinity collage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S-BgTVO7hFI/AAAAAAAAALs/vLlj2sdD8OM/s1600/n68600033_30311160_2133.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S-BgTVO7hFI/AAAAAAAAALs/vLlj2sdD8OM/s320/n68600033_30311160_2133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467475832861328466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 2007, I went to Kenya and served people impacted or infected with HIV/AIDS.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S-BgR-WEvyI/AAAAAAAAALc/kQn7fXGI4zE/s1600/Picture+034_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S-BgS3lEwXI/AAAAAAAAALk/1mZ8Nu9ZRY0/s320/IMG_4519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467475824901144946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2008, I went to France, a true dream come true for me, I had 3 weeks in the French countryside with a few days in Paris  At the top of my blog is a picture from the countryside I was staying in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S-BgR-WEvyI/AAAAAAAAALc/kQn7fXGI4zE/s320/Picture+034_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467475809537408802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our honeymoon Matt and I chose to go on the same cruise to Mexico my family had gone on twice previously.  It was convenient with dates and at a price we couldn't beat.  While it was fun and relaxing, I honestly didn't feel like I was traveling or experiencing a new culture.  I was just thrilled to be on vacation with my Hubby and that the whole wedding was finally done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to travel, I want to go back to Africa, I want to spend time in England and the rest of europe for that matter, I want to go to South America, or Australia, or anywhere in Asia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However due to the fact that I am currently on the mommy wagon... it will be a long while before I will be able to go those places, or we would somehow have to figure out how to afford the extra plane ticket.  I guess I will have to come up with something else to fix my travel bug.  Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7210320609842504609?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7210320609842504609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7210320609842504609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7210320609842504609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7210320609842504609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-travel-bug.html' title='My travel bug'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNWmfKARQ_I/Sbv6Ml2iBJI/AAAAAAAADYc/eYpGGPg2_Go/s72-c/m_grenada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-8272264819230720045</id><published>2010-05-04T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:28:20.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Medina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Random update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life has been flying by, I sincerely apologize to my readers (do I even have any left?) for not posting as often as I should.  I'm starting to get my energy back and hopefully my blog will return to its normal postingness (and yes, it's my blog so I can make up words like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My office at work has been under construction for over a month.  My desk is currently a folding table, all of my books, desk nicknacks, my pen cup, office supplies, and other essential things I keep on my desk for easy access, are currently buried on another table covered with a paint tarp.  My door was moved, so where my door used to be, there is drywall sheets, unfinished.  Where my new door is, well it was put on backwards because someone ordered the wrong door frame.  So it is still unfinished and I have to wait another week or so for the right door fame so they can do more work, and flip the door.  Then I have to wait for a custom build to happen for my desk, because now the shape of my office will not allow for us to just go out and buy one.  There is a support pole in the middle of my office,  that is part of the structural integrity of the whole building.  So did I mention that this is my crazy season at work?  Plus my slight OCD, (especially when it comes to my work spaces) = a very difficult to concentrate, slightly neurotic with surging prego hormones me.  Such is life, and honestly when this is done, I'm going to totally make this office MINE, and do some fun and unique things to it.  Something to look forward to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In other news, I had my 12 week check-up yesterday.  We got to hear the heart beat, which was nice and strong, and see the baby who is growing exactly the way he/she should be.  The baby even jumped for us while we were trying to take its picture.  It was what made the 2 hour wait worth it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-8272264819230720045?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/8272264819230720045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=8272264819230720045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8272264819230720045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/8272264819230720045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-update.html' title='Random update'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4701142768240549399</id><published>2010-04-23T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:21:05.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was my 24th Birthday. I wasn't expecting anything big. Matt and I are still low in the funds area, and I had to work 12 hours that day.&lt;div&gt;At 11 am my office all got together to sing to me and to eat cake (office tradition) its nice to be able to talk/hang out with our office in a not so work oriented way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Matt picked me up and took me to lunch at Olive Garden.  There happens to be one less than 5 minutes away from my office.  I should have taken the picture before we ate all the food, but oh well, it was AMAZING and very yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S9INEVIO59I/AAAAAAAAALU/DKQtd_2tv4k/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463443665996146642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then while I was working our evening program one of my friends/coworkers got me a little mermaid cake!  I heart disney so it was awesome!  It was a nice surprise while I was looking at working for another 3-4 hours. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After work I crashed knowing that the next night would be a birthday dinner with my parents, followed by hanging out with Matt's mom for my b-day on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I got home from work, and saw this super cute maternity dress that I'd been eyeing hanging on our coat rack.  I started to question Matt about it, when all of the sudden my friend Alexa comes down the stairs in a nice dress, and tells me to put the dress on and we are going out.  I am normally one to not be surprised.  I normally am the one doing the surprising... so I was way taken off gaud.  I quickly put on the dress (and shaved my legs) and we were off.  We ended up a little over an hour away at Bj's (one of my favorite restaurants that isn't in our area), and two of my wonderful friends from the OC area joined us for dinner.  It was so wonderful to just enjoy a dinner out with some of my girl friends!  Here is a group shot of us after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S9IND1x0jEI/AAAAAAAAALM/uaNRDuTY33o/s320/25148_1269700033859_1570609753_30690948_3586663_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463443657580645442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So apparently my parents, and my husband was in on the whole thing, and we are having dinner with my parents tonight instead.  It was a great time, and a wonderful reminder of how blessed I am to have great friends in my life.&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/13754506-4701142768240549399?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4701142768240549399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4701142768240549399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4701142768240549399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4701142768240549399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S9INEVIO59I/AAAAAAAAALU/DKQtd_2tv4k/s72-c/IMG_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-451007973337809583</id><published>2010-04-13T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:36:44.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Morning Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S8T9hqPM1sI/AAAAAAAAALE/ltkz3F_Xojw/s1600/SmTeaCup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S8T9hqPM1sI/AAAAAAAAALE/ltkz3F_Xojw/s320/SmTeaCup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459767402995439298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, the one thing that have been making my mornings, GREEN TEA.  I wish that I had time, to sit down with a cup of tea, in a pretty cup and drink in my morning.  However what actually happens is me pouring hot water into a travel mug with a tea bag, and letting it steep on the way to work.  It has helped me focus in the morning, and ease into work a little bit better.  I heart tea.  What makes your morning better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-451007973337809583?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/451007973337809583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=451007973337809583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/451007973337809583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/451007973337809583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-tea.html' title='Morning Tea'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S8T9hqPM1sI/AAAAAAAAALE/ltkz3F_Xojw/s72-c/SmTeaCup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4429467111755502450</id><published>2010-04-12T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:31:40.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Medina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>The reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have not been blogging a ton lately.  As I have previously hinted, I have a very good reason.  I have decided to tell my blog readers before the massive facebook announcement later today, or tomorrow.  &lt;b&gt;I'm pregnant&lt;/b&gt;.  SURPRISE to us!  Come November 13th (give or take a week or two) there will be a little baby as a new addition to our family.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S8NYYernvwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0U2OQEZyxdc/s320/surprise_positive_pregnancy_test_tshirt-p235115410772969623yq5y_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459304350879301378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Matt and I got over our complete shock, as this is a completely unplanned/how did this happen feelings.  We are both very excited to begin this new chapter in our lives, albeit a bit (ok at least a year-ish) sooner than we were planning on.  I'm currently just over 9 weeks, and have been feeling pretty miserable.  On top of not being able to feel ever completely awake and anything besides exhaustion, nausea and raging hormones, work has cranked up hours for me, not only in a physical event, but time spent in prepping for that event each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to tell you the story of how we found out, but that will come later... (perhaps tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so excited about this, I don't want my blog to completely turn into a "baby blog" but it is a personal blog, so it will show some baby related things.  We are so excited and still trying to figure how everything (money, time, childcare, work, life, etc) will work out now, but it is a new adventure we are excited about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4429467111755502450?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4429467111755502450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4429467111755502450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4429467111755502450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4429467111755502450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/04/reason.html' title='The reason...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S8NYYernvwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0U2OQEZyxdc/s72-c/surprise_positive_pregnancy_test_tshirt-p235115410772969623yq5y_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7542645512139787727</id><published>2010-04-05T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:33:39.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was a blur.  I mean a complete and utter blur...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day off, I got to sleep in a bit, and then was not feeling well at all.  I mean, not well at all.  So I laid down most of the morning, with a home that I was supposed to be cleaning and work at work that I should have been doing.  I had to go to work at 3 for our two Good Friday services.  We did those, I ate, and then went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still not feeing great, I attempted to clean, rested and then headed to work to finnish preparing for Easter.  Matt had a friend over, we hung out and then went to dinner, and then I went to bed as I had to be up at 5:30 to be at work at 6:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter is always a busy day for me.  We had 2 services and 94 kids from birth through 5th grade.  For some churches that isn't very many, for me, it was double the previous week.  I'm just bummed that most of them were out of town guests.  Anyways I worked nonstop from 6:45-1pm, I didn't even get to take more than 3 sips of my starbucks that I got on the way to work.  Then it was off to my parents house for Easter lunch.  Matt's family came as well and in total there were twelve of us.  We were there until 10:30 (as per usual with family gatherings) and had tons of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a crazy weekend and I am still feeling so exhausted from it.  Yet, it was a totally blessed weekend with some really fun things happening too.   More on that later, for now back to life that is moving hundreds of miles an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7542645512139787727?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7542645512139787727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7542645512139787727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7542645512139787727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7542645512139787727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-weekend-was-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-6874725467765556143</id><published>2010-03-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:43:41.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Walt Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justdisney.com/walt_disney/quotes/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-6874725467765556143?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/6874725467765556143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=6874725467765556143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6874725467765556143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/6874725467765556143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/walt-wednesday_31.html' title='Walt Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1810587630709570864</id><published>2010-03-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:05:05.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I currently can't see strait due to work overload...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cluttercontrolfreak.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/overwhelmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.cluttercontrolfreak.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/overwhelmed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever felt like this?  That is how I feel, completely and utterly overwhelmed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Work is insane this week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of Easter (which is already insane), my office is having construction done on it, so I am office-less AND can’t get to all of the stuff I need to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AND we started construction on my building, which HAS to be done by Easter Sunday, AND we encountered some problems we don’t quite know how to solve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AND I’m launching a new program after Easter, which has to have finished curriculum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So just with work, I feel as if I’m drowning… AND trying to do everything else.  It will get better, but as for now, back to it!  I'm so glad I LOVE my job, or this would be 100x's worse!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1810587630709570864?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1810587630709570864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1810587630709570864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1810587630709570864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1810587630709570864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-currently-cant-see-strait-due-to-work.html' title='I currently can&apos;t see strait due to work overload...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-5223665355234549502</id><published>2010-03-24T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:07:57.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Walt Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 43px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;“Ever since the beginning of wisdom, man has been fashioning a brighter light and a stronger glass to help him probe deeper and deeper into the marvels of nature's secret world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica"&gt;Today, with the modern microscope, we can peer into dark corners we've never seen before. Often we can't explain what we see, but just looking is always a dramatic and thrilling experience.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Walt Disney Script', serif;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;From my iPhone app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-5223665355234549502?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/5223665355234549502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=5223665355234549502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5223665355234549502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/5223665355234549502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/walt-wednesday_24.html' title='Walt Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4980793559007612262</id><published>2010-03-22T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:42:13.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that my blog has been mostly what I consider "fluff" bits lately.  I really do apologize for that.  I have been so incredibly busy, AND on top of that, I have so much going on in my life that I can't blog about, it makes writing about me right now difficult.  I promise that I will return to my blog with good posts soon, but for now here is an update of what had been going on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We moved, and love our new place.  However we are so NOT unpacked, it has now become an explosion of rummaged through boxes.  *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We have been to 2 weddings this month, the most recent this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Matt is gone all week this week, working for his uncle 6.5 hrs away from me.  At least it is money, (which honestly we desperately need right now) but I will miss him terribly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm really excited about Easter this year, I am pulling out all the stops at work, and it's looking like we get to have some good family time as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Our lives are changing in a big way soon and I want to talk about it.  Oh, do I WANT to talk about it, but I can't right now.  Not until certain things happen first.  Soon, very soon you will hear about it... but until then my lips are sealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the quick and randomness, I promise a good post later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4980793559007612262?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4980793559007612262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4980793559007612262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4980793559007612262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4980793559007612262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-that-my-blog-has-been-mostly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7096759408129159852</id><published>2010-03-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:32:37.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Walt Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;In bad times and good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;I have never lost my sense of zest for life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;-Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;taken from my iPhone app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7096759408129159852?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7096759408129159852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7096759408129159852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7096759408129159852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7096759408129159852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/walt-wednesday_17.html' title='Walt Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2595771962765857252</id><published>2010-03-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:18:48.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden Mickey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>Hidden Mickey's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss Disneyland, I miss it a TON right now.  This is the longest I have gone without going to "the Park" since I was in middle school.  I really don't know what to do about it.  It doesn't look like I'll be going anytime soon.  So for now, I will just look at this picture.  It is one of my FAVORITE Hidden Mickey's in Disneyland.  I was lucky enough to snap a picture of it last year while I was there.  Enjoy, and maybe next time you go, you will be able to spot it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5_LYQC2dBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_b3wZ8yl2Ug/s320/DSCN0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449297691625813010" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2595771962765857252?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2595771962765857252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2595771962765857252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2595771962765857252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2595771962765857252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/hidden-mickeys.html' title='Hidden Mickey&apos;s'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5_LYQC2dBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_b3wZ8yl2Ug/s72-c/DSCN0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-2515847774812611895</id><published>2010-03-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:55:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpahZzZGZjM/SgTiHIQxRoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gazdDxOGnos/s400/sleepy-799997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpahZzZGZjM/SgTiHIQxRoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gazdDxOGnos/s400/sleepy-799997.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else totally dragging today?  I can barely keep my eyes open this morning and I keep yawning.  Its absolutely ridiculous, and I'm blaming the time change, 100%!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I hope you all have a fabulous Monday, and are able to stay wake more easily than me... because right now, I'm off to find some form of caffeine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-2515847774812611895?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/2515847774812611895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=2515847774812611895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2515847774812611895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/2515847774812611895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragging.html' title='Dragging'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wpahZzZGZjM/SgTiHIQxRoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gazdDxOGnos/s72-c/sleepy-799997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-1855755284052824042</id><published>2010-03-12T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:10:45.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard me say it before, I LOVE FRIDAYS.  They are my FAVORITE day of the week.  Here are the top five reasons why I love Fridays:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It's my day off.  Well mostly, about 2-3 time a month, I have an event in the evening, but its only 4 hours, and ALWAYS fun and never feels like work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's my day of sleeping in, or at least, laying in bed snuggling with my hubby longer than usual and enjoying our typical Friday breakfast of Cinnamon rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It's my day to catch up.  I get to bake, do laundry, clean the house, organize, prepare blog posts for the week and try and figure out what needs to happen for the next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Its my day of rest.  I try and spend a good portion of Fridays doing nothing, or at least watching TV/veging/goofing off.  This helps keep me sane the rest of the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I can stay up as late as I want!  Saturday nights I need to be in bed early, as I have work at 7am on Sunday mornings, but Friday night is a time when I can stay up late, that is, I would if I ever had a good reason too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, 5 reasons as to why I love Fridays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-1855755284052824042?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/1855755284052824042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=1855755284052824042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1855755284052824042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/1855755284052824042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-4745341830142780910</id><published>2010-03-10T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:05:00.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Walt Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;“The era we are living in today is a dream coming true.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;color:#333333;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.25in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From my iPhone Disney App&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-4745341830142780910?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/4745341830142780910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=4745341830142780910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4745341830142780910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/4745341830142780910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/walt-wednesday.html' title='Walt Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-9132608168126304942</id><published>2010-03-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:30:00.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wedding season is upon us, We took a break this weekend from moving to attend the first of five weddings over the next few months.  This was the wedding of one of my college roomies and good friends Tom and Shelley.  I wish I had my camera but some how during the move, it ended up packed.  Shelley and I meet freshman year, and hung out a TON, and became friends.  Sophomore year, we moved to live in the same dorm on the same floor.  Then Junior year we became roomies.  We also both started dating seriously within 6ish months of each other.  Here we are on one of our double dates Junior year to Knott's Scary Farm (I couldn't find the pic of all four of us, that I KNOW exists somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7lsKnnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kD99wslSIHo/s320/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446324843071380706" /&gt;Shelley also introduced me to a FABULOUS college group, which I was a part of for most of college.  I even when to Kenya with them, here are some of my favorite peps on safari.  We were all at the wedding on Saturday (well considering that two where the bride and groom, one the MoH, and another the FoB it makes sense).  It was so amazing to see all of these guys again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7myNVk6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/5m8y7ID2IXk/s320/IMG_4713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446324861873263522" /&gt;Spending Saturday evening with all of these wonderful friends makes me miss living in the OC.  It made me miss my Disneyland coffee dates with Suzy, it make me miss giving Shelley and Tom a hard time about playing WOW, it made me miss that special college group and remember all that happened during that time in my life.  I am so thankful for all of these friends that God has blessed me with.  I am hoping to be able to make it over their more often to visit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7lsKnnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kD99wslSIHo/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the new Mr. and Mrs. I'm so thankful that both of you have been a part of my life!  May God Bless your marriage, as you start your lives together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7lsKnnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kD99wslSIHo/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7mF-iQ0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/972xIJZfN9o/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446324850000020290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shelley and Tom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenya, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Husband and Wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-9132608168126304942?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/9132608168126304942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=9132608168126304942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/9132608168126304942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/9132608168126304942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/S5U7lsKnnOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kD99wslSIHo/s72-c/DSCN0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-7978373611812320946</id><published>2010-03-04T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:37:46.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>The move day is tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, we are moving.  We have friends coming over to help us tomorrow.  However, we went by the new place last night, and it isn't ready for us!  They gave us the keys and it wasn't ready.  At first they told us that we could have a week to move our stuff, I thought that was fair, since they are loosing rent on our apartment, but the one we are moving into wasn't ready on the 1st.  Well we found out yesterday that when we got the keys we need to be out by Monday morning.  This would be ok, if I didn't have a wedding to go to out of town on Saturday, and I didn't work on Sunday...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, NOTHING is packed, I mean I have NOTHING in packed, the only boxes that have things in them are the boxes that never got unpacked when we moved in.  So tonight, instead of going to the Alice in Wonderland midnight showing, and all day tomorrow, I will be franticly packing and moving.  Have you ever moved with out packing?  My wonderful husband seems to think that because we are only moving 400 feet, we don't need to pack anything.  *sigh palm face*  My need to organize and do this in a orderly manor, with none of my dishes breaking.  Is that too much to ask?  I really love my hubby but we are so different in this whole prepared vs fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants thing, stuff like this makes it a challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-7978373611812320946?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/7978373611812320946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=7978373611812320946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7978373611812320946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/7978373611812320946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/03/move-day-is-tomorrow.html' title='The move day is tomorrow'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13754506.post-862091427965405173</id><published>2010-03-03T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:49:00.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Walt Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;"It’s a mistake not to give people a chance to learn to depend on themselves while they are young."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;color:#333333; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;- Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Walt Disney Script&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://goflorida.about.com/cs/waltdisney/a/wdw_wd_quotes.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13754506-862091427965405173?l=pdbetty86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/feeds/862091427965405173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13754506&amp;postID=862091427965405173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/862091427965405173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13754506/posts/default/862091427965405173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pdbetty86.blogspot.com/2010/02/walt-wednesday.html' title='Walt Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03312676385631003634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8vTjzxajml4/TRzYldbZA4I/AAAAAAAAANA/d1DDlepNREU/S220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
