<?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-6015198577951368863</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:24:15.223-07:00</updated><category term='EX Best Friend'/><category term='Exhausted'/><category term='active'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='Pittsburgh Steelers'/><category term='Melatonin'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Sleepless Nights'/><category term='Corey Haim'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='Green Bay Packers'/><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='Chicago Bears'/><category term='EX'/><category term='Corey Feldman'/><category term='blog'/><category term='New York Jets'/><category term='NFL Playoffs'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='Football'/><title type='text'>Crazy Mixed Up Me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-1159953708334303050</id><published>2011-07-12T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:39:38.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn and Terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am having a lot of roller coaster emotions right now. And most of which I'm having difficulty trying to put into words to explain. I feel torn. I feel terrified. I feel apprehensive. I feel hopefulness. A feeling of excitement comes on occasion. And even more that I just can't explain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I once had a very best friend. We had a terrible falling out a few years ago. Some harsh words were exchanged. Then all communication ceased. A few months ago, her and her husband separated, and so her husband and I began talking and hanging out again. My husband and her husband are friends and they also work together. Then her &amp;amp; her husband reconciled and got back together. I thought for sure that him &amp;amp; I would no longer talk. Bcuz of the history between her and I, I didn't think she would want him to talk to me. But we do still talk via text once in a while, just not hang out or talk in person. During one of those text conversations, he made a comment that he wished her &amp;amp; I could get past our issues with each other so that we could all be friends and hang out together again. And to be completely honest, I can't say that I haven't thought about it over the years many, many, MANY times. I have. I have thought about what it would be like for things to be as they used to be. I do miss my friend. I miss the good times we all used to have. I miss having a friend to talk to about anything, someone other than my husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So on Facebook, her husband is on my friend's list. He has been since right after they got separated. And he still is. And now she is on his friend's list and listed as his wife. Which of course is how it should be. So a few nights ago, I decided to "poke" her just to see what she would do. I figured if I didn't get a "poke" back, then she either deleted or ignored it. And then I would know that there would be no place in our futures for us to again be part of each others lives. But the very next morning to my surprise, she "poked" back. When I received the notification of it, I was shocked. And a wave of excitement went through me at the same time. Since then, we've been "poking" each other back and forth. That is all that it has been so far. I would like to know if she misses me. I would like to know if she wants to try to be friends again. But how can I find out without actually talking to her. I am nervous to know. I am excited and terrified at the same time. Many people do not think I should ever even think about being friends with her again. But then again many people thought he should not let her back in his life again either. But he loves her so much. And she loves him. That's why they always end up back together. No one can fault them for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We all make mistakes in our lives. We all have situations that we could have handled better and in different ways. But that's how we learn right. I've learned a few things from the fall out with my ex best friend. Some good things, and a couple not so good things. When all of this went down, I was devastated. I couldn't understand why my best friend would just completely cease all communication with me without any explanation. I felt like my heart was ripped to shreds. I loved her like a sister. After 8 months of nothing, she messaged me. I should have responded. But instead I messaged her husband first. That was definitely a situation that I should have handled differently. After that a bunch of things happened. We tried to get back to where we were but I think there was just too much tension and animosity. But here we are about 4 yrs later after the original fallout. I am feeling torn bcuz on one hand I want so much to have my best friend back. But on the other hand I am nervous and terrified of getting hurt again. How do you trust again after what happened and after all this time? I would imagine if she is even thinking about it, that maybe she is thinking some of the same things ... maybe ... or maybe not. I don't know what she's thinking. I don't know how she feels. I don't know any of that. I guess that's another part of why I'm so nervous and terrified, like needing to know the water's safe before jumping into it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I guess I'll see what happens from here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is a picture of my best friend and I the day that I got married. She was my matron of honor. She stood with me by my side. Who knew that about a year or so later, that would be gone. You'd never guess that from looking at this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image60-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Image60-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;♥ Margie ♥&lt;/span&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/6015198577951368863-1159953708334303050?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1159953708334303050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=1159953708334303050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1159953708334303050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1159953708334303050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2011/07/torn-and-terrified.html' title='Torn and Terrified'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-3658136341810210697</id><published>2011-02-07T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:12:59.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EX Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EX'/><title type='text'>An EX That Keeps Coming Back ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;We all have them. They are the EX's in our lives that keep haunting and taunting us and weeding their way back into our lives and causing problems over and over again. And they're not always ex-spouses or ex-boy/girlfriends. Some are ex-best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that have had a huge impact in our lives that at one point were so important to us that they were close enough to be like a sister or a brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So yes, I have one of these EX's. She was my best friend. She was like a sister to me and an aunt to my kids. And suddenly out of nowhere, she wasn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so let me give a summary from the beginning. Names will be changed to keep anonymity for all. I started working at a call center. One of the people that I worked with was a guy named Eric. Him &amp;amp; I did specific job tasks together and became friends. There were times when he would tell me about his girlfriend and how overly possessive she was of him and how she wouldn't even let him talk to his best friend that he had known since he was a kid. A few months later I went to another department for a three month temporary position. That's where I met Melissa. She was Eric's girlfriend, although it was a while before I realized it. So Melissa and I began to develop a friendship. We started hanging out together all the time and actually got to a point when we were pretty much inseparable. Eventually her &amp;amp; Eric got married. And my now husband and I got married a couple years later. She was my matron of honor. On occasion she would have money issues that she didn't want Eric to know about so she got a few of those payday loans to cover her tracks. Then when my husband and I sold our mobile home, she asked me if I could help her pay off her payday loans and she would pay me back. Ok, actually she begged me to loan her the money to pay off her payday loans and swore up and down that she would make a payment to me every payday to pay me back. I agreed to loan her the money. And once again as life has proved time and time again, money was the beginning of the downfall of our friendship. It was not a small amount of money. And of course no payments ever came my way. And bcuz this was all hush hush from Eric, I couldn't make a big deal about it. I would constantly hear Melissa talk a whole bunch of crap about Eric and how unhappy she was and what a jerk he was and stuff like that. It was a really trying time and put a strain on the whole situation since I was also friends with Eric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually, Eric's mom began to get really sick. It was really bad and very sadly, she was dying. Melissa did help take care of her, which surprised a lot of people. There were people that warned me about Melissa. But I didn't listen. I believed everything she told me. She was my best friend. They didn't know her like I did. So they couldn't possibly know what they were talking about. But when it came down to it, it wasn't them who were wrong. It was me. The day that Eric's mom died, Melissa left him to move in with another guy. I knew she was unhappy. But I never saw this coming. Since I was friends with both of them, there were plenty of times when I was put in the middle and always asked questions like, what did he say, what is she doing, etc. It was stressful at times and difficult at times. But they were my friends and I wanted to do anything I could to help them both. All I wanted was for both of them to be happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Then one day, I didn't hear from Melissa. I called her. I texted her. I emailed her. Nothing. One day turned into two. Then a week. Then a month. And before I knew it eight months had gone by. During this whole time, my husband and I remained really good friends with Eric. Also during this whole time, I was devastated. I felt like part of me had been ripped away. I was brokenhearted. Here was someone that was like a sister to me and we were inseparable for 4 years and out of nowhere, our relationship came to a screeching halt without any kind of explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So like I said, eight months goes by and nothing. Then one day I go on my My Space page. And there is a message ... from Melissa. She told me she had to cut off all communication and interaction with me bcuz I kept talking about Eric and reminding her about Eric. Remembering back, the only time I talked about him was when she would ask about him, which was happening quite a bit during that time from the time she left him to the time she quit talking to me. After reading her message, I didn't know what to think. All kinds of emotions flooded through me. But the first thing that came to mind was that I needed to let Eric know about this. So I forward the message to him saying "look what I just got in my My Space inbox." I also told my husband about it. He was just as surprised as I was. So she wanted to be friends again. I was really apprehensive about it. So then I get a message back from Eric saying that Melissa messaged him a couple of weeks before and they have been talking the whole time. WHAT?!!! I couldn't believe he didn't tell me. But I can kind of understand why. So then he says he wants Melissa and I to talk and get things worked out. So bcuz of our friendship with Eric, I agreed to meet with her and maybe work things out. But as I said, apprehension was on the top of the list of emotions I was feeling. I wasn't about to let her take advantage of me again. It just wasn't going to happen. So we tried again. But it was never the same. And once she realized that she didn't have any kind of power over me like before and that our friendship would never be like it was before, we talked less and less and then had a huge blowup and it was done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, let me back up a bit. During the time when we were so close, I cross stitched a gift for her. She absolutely loves a specific symbol. So I came across a cross stitch pattern of this symbol that was completely amazing and beautiful. I stitched it and gave it to her for her birthday one year. She loved it. Well after the whole reconnection, I asked her if I could have the piece to enter into the fair. She said yes and when she got it for me, she had it sitting on the top shelf of her closet in her bedroom like she didn't care at all about it. So after I entered it into the fair, I just kept it. I hung it up in my house. I figured if she didn't care about it then I would just keep it and hang it up so that people could see it rather than it sitting on a closet shelf and collecting dust. Ok, so I know that probably wasn't the right thing to do, but it hurt me that she wouldn't care about something that I put so much love and care and work into. After nearly a year, she saw a picture of this piece with the ribbon from the fair on my My Space page. She commented ... "can I have this back now?" I didn't respond right away, but my husband commented back saying, "she made this for a friend. And a real friend would pay back the money you owe her." Well that's what started the huge blowup. She got super pissed off and went on a long rant on a message on My Space. One of the things she said was that the cross stitch piece that I made her wasn't worth a penny much less the amount of money that she owed me. She said I was making our friendship all about money. Plus she said all kinds of more mean and nasty things including making it seem like I was her and she was me. Does that make sense? She said she was the nice, kind and generous person and I was the one that took advantage of her. Everyone that knows us knows that this wasn't true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So once again, we quit talking. Now this time, her &amp;amp; Eric got remarried and she forbid him to talk to us at all. However, my husband and Eric work together, so eventually they were talking all the time at work. So that's how I would find out how things were going and what was going on with them is from what Eric would tell my husband at work. Over the past year, they've been having a lot of issues. And then about three or four months ago, Melissa started taking trips to another state to see people she knew there, including some family. After one of the trips she got really distant with Eric and went on a yelling rant. So he asked her if she wanted a divorce. She said yes. And then two months ago she got a moving truck and moved to the other state. And with that Eric and I were finally able to start talking again and we've all been hanging out and things have been good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there's the old saying that all good things come to an end. About one or two weeks ago, he got messages from her saying she was going to go on a trip to visit a family member and then after that she was going to go back to where she's been living and get a moving truck and move back here. He said after she left this time and after he filed for divorce that he wouldn't take her back if she wanted to come back. But I knew that he would. He really truly loves her. And that's not going to change. And I certainly don't hold any ill will towards him over this. My husband and I just want him to be happy. We do understand that it might mean that he will once again be forbidden to talk with us. But he needs to do what he needs to do in order to be happy. I can't say that I'm going to like it if he's forbidden to talk or hang out with us. He told me that if they do get back together that there will be ground rules that he will lay down. And the first one will be that he will continue to talk and hang out with us as well as his best friend that he's known since he was a kid. And that will be cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So I don't know what will happen once they get back together. Only time will tell. I don't know if she'll forbid him to talk to us. Or if she'll want to make amends with us. Who knows. I do know that the money situation will have to be resolved. And of course I will have to return the cross stitched piece back to her. If she even wants it. After everything, I can't say that I don't miss my best friend. I really do. I miss all the fun we had together. I miss hanging out with her. I miss our friendship very much. I just don't know if it can ever be the same, as much as I would like it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's my crazy mixed up post for today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;♥ Margie ♥&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/6015198577951368863-3658136341810210697?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3658136341810210697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=3658136341810210697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/3658136341810210697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/3658136341810210697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2011/02/ex-that-keeps-coming-back.html' title='An EX That Keeps Coming Back ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-3766683167926273489</id><published>2011-01-22T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:47:14.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Jets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Bay Packers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL Playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago Bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh Steelers'/><title type='text'>Almost Was Asleep at a Normal Time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So it's 1:33am. I started to fall asleep on the couch just after 10pm and convinced my husband that we needed to get some sleep. He was falling asleep on the couch as well and since he has to be up at 4am for work I thought it would be a good idea. But once we got into bed, he of course had no trouble falling back asleep, but I however, was not so lucky. A feeling of total alertness came over me and so here I am wide awake in the middle of the night again ... lol. Such is life right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So how about them Bears?! I am really looking forward to Sunday's game. Da Bears are going to beat those packers DOWN!!! And for the Pittsburgh/NYJ game, my pick is Pittsburgh! Should be a great day of football!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I  know this is a short entry. But I'd really like to try to get some  sleep so that I might be able to have a somewhat productive day tomorrow  (actually today) rather than being tired all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;♥ Margie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015198577951368863-3766683167926273489?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3766683167926273489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=3766683167926273489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/3766683167926273489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/3766683167926273489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-was-asleep-at-normal-time.html' title='Almost Was Asleep at a Normal Time ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-9135749555918447297</id><published>2011-01-20T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:39:57.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless Nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melatonin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhausted'/><title type='text'>A Night of Insomnia Once Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am once again, it's nearly 2:30am and I find myself unable to sleep. I really want to be sleeping since I have to be up in less than four hours in order to get my daughter up and ready for school. And I am also feeling very exhausted. I'm guessing at this point that I am so tired that I can't sleep. I laid in bed for just over two hours trying to go to sleep and obviously was unsuccessful. This happens way too often and I find myself finally able to find sleep during the daytime. And that just sucks to be completely honest. Bcuz then I end up not being able to get anything done that I need to get done. It becomes quite frustrating. The other problem that I run into with this insomnia problem is that I end up being hungry. So I eat something, and only then am I able to curl up and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are several options that I'm told can help resolve my insomnia, most of which I would rather not bother with. I don't want to have to rely on chemicals in order to get sleep. Plus I don't want to take something that's going to make me groggy in the morning or sleep too long or sleep too hard to where I don't hear my alarm and I oversleep. I've tried melatonin and it just doesn't seem to work for me. I have prescription muscle relaxers bcuz of my back and neck issues and that doesn't help me sleep either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do. Now I'm not saying that this happens every single night. Bcuz once in a while after several nights of this, I do get to a point where I reach complete and utter exhaustion at a normal time of night and I get a good nights sleep once in a while. And then the following night I end up being up nearly all night and the process starts all over again. I'm so tired of being tired nearly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's nearly 3:30am and I am going to attempt to get to sleep again, with only 2 1/2 hours until I have to get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Tired and Frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;Margie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;PS ~ Ok, not sure why the timestamp settings seem to be off on my blog, but know that even tho this entry says it's posted at 2:28am it is actually 3:28am. Couldn't figure out how to fix that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&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/6015198577951368863-9135749555918447297?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9135749555918447297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=9135749555918447297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/9135749555918447297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/9135749555918447297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-of-insomnia-once-again.html' title='A Night of Insomnia Once Again ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-8174194472975951699</id><published>2010-03-10T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:32:33.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey Feldman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey Haim'/><title type='text'>RIP Corey Haim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and got on the computer to discover that 80's Lost Boy, Corey Haim had died of what police suspect as an accidental drug overdose. How sad is that. Sad that he has become yet another child star statistic. Sad that drugs have caused the demise of yet another celebrity. And "accidental"?! All the people that use/overuse drugs, either illegal or prescription, know that eventually it can kill them. I would imagine that is part of the rush of using them. Addiction is a disease. And until those addicted reach a point that they can't take it anymore, they won't want to quit. They won't admit there is a problem. Corey's poor mother could do nothing other than call 911, as she watched her son collapse right in front of her, and watch her son begin to die. To those that have never known the wrath of addiction, it may seem simple. Just quit using the drugs or quit drinking alcohol. Easy right? Not so much. Although I myself have never been in that boat myself, I have known people that have. Most addicts and alcoholics don't see that they have a problem. Some don't care if they do. Some think that if they are only smoking pot or only drinking beer, then they couldn't possibly have a problem. Denial. Most also have to reach rock bottom in order to see reality. The reality of what they've done to themselves, to their lives, to their loved ones, to each person that has contact with them. And sadly for some, rock bottom is death. As is the case with Corey Haim. Sadly, he won't be able to turn his life around and make amends with him mom or friends and family members. I have heard that his lifetime friend, Corey Feldman, also abuses drugs. One of my brother's friends went to high school with them. And partied with them. One can only hope that Corey Feldman learns from his friend's mistakes and is able to rise above the addiction. And not become a statistic himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my "food for thought" for the today. My thoughts &amp;amp; heart go out to Corey Haim's family, friends and loved ones. May his spirit fly in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Corey Haim&lt;br /&gt;1971-2010&lt;br /&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/6015198577951368863-8174194472975951699?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8174194472975951699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=8174194472975951699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/8174194472975951699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/8174194472975951699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-corey-haim.html' title='RIP Corey Haim'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-1949670849611092837</id><published>2010-03-10T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:46:36.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='active'/><title type='text'>Poor Neglected Blog :~(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that I have neglected this blog for far too long. It has been over a year since my last post and I don't have very many posts on here as it is! Shame on me! I have thought to post here several times and just never got around to it. Well that has got to change! So rather than leave this blog hiding somewhere on the top shelf, I'm dusting off the cobwebs and bringing it back to life! There will be times when I just need to vent about things happening in life, or random thoughts or current events or whatever. But I am going to make every attempt to keep this blog more active. Some of you know that I also have a &lt;a href="http://its-all-about-cross-stitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;cross stitch blog&lt;/a&gt; that I keep called &lt;a href="http://its-all-about-cross-stitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's All About Cross Stitch&lt;/a&gt;. And that one is much more active than this one as I am almost always stitching and post progress. But with some more effort, I will make this one just as, if not more, active than my stitching blog. I would very much like to have a blog that people visit &amp;amp; read regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please spread the word and help me get more followers! I'm trying to come up with some catchy name to call my blog other than what it is now, although I'm not quite sure what that should be just yet. I have a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following and until next time,&lt;br /&gt;~ ♥ ~ Margie ~ ♥ ~&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/6015198577951368863-1949670849611092837?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1949670849611092837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=1949670849611092837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1949670849611092837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1949670849611092837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-neglected-blog.html' title='Poor Neglected Blog :~('/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-6341127830918648189</id><published>2008-12-13T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:48:23.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occurred to me that I hadn't shared any pictures of myself as of yet. I am usually the one taking the pictures so I am never actually IN any of them. Here are a few pictures that were taken at my high school reunion with some of my very good friends from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/MargieMichelleatReunion-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/538883-R1-036-16A_016-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/538883-R1-034-15A_015-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one on the left in all the pictures. They're not the best of pictures. It was very warm in the room that the reunion was in. But it was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;♥ Margie ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/6015198577951368863-6341127830918648189?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6341127830918648189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=6341127830918648189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/6341127830918648189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/6341127830918648189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-id-share.html' title='Thought I&apos;d Share'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/th_MargieMichelleatReunion-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-9179387273008777766</id><published>2008-12-13T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:22:15.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days until Christmas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, 12 days until Christmas morning. I have been working hard on projects to give as gifts. My creative brain didn't come up with most of these ideas until last month. And these projects are taking longer than I had planned. I want so much to get them finished before Christmas so that I can get them in the mail to arrive in time. But now I am starting to have doubts that I will get them done in time. So I wonder, is it wrong to send Christmas gifts a little late? I mean these are gifts that we don't normally send. Normally we only send cards to these family members. But I thought of these blankets &amp;amp; thought it would be something they would really like. So why not. So here's my dilema ... do I send the gifts late? Or do I not put so much pressure on myself to get them done &amp;amp; just take my time finishing them to mail for next year? Then I can concentrate on other gift projects. I don't know. I feel bad that I haven't been able to get them finished as of yet. I would have liked to finish them. But I just don't see that happening unless I spend every minute of the day working on them &amp;amp; that's only if my kids will allow me that luxery. Which is mostly why I haven't been able to get them finished in this short time anyway. Not complaining in the least. I absolutely LOVE spending time with my kids. And we do have such a good time!!! :~D When my husband is off of work, I am able to spend more time on my projects than I am when he is at work. So anyway, do I finish the blankets &amp;amp; send them late? Or should I save them to send as gifts next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my kids had such a great time on Halloween. My daughter dressed up as an angel and my son was a lil devil. They looked so cute! Here are some pictures of them from Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/Kellicloseup-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/Kellicloseup2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/370279-R1-048-22A_022-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/370279-R1-038-17A_017-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/370279-R1-040-18A_018-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we decorated our Christmas tree. We were so excited when we got our tree. We were able to get an 8' tree, that is full &amp;amp; smells so good &amp;amp; is just perfect for only $48! Normally trees of that size sell for about $75, but since we go to this lot every year, the lot owner said she would give us a deal &amp;amp; boy did she! It's a beautiful tree. Here are some pictures from the other night when we decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082115-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082113-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082112-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082003a-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082003-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209082002a-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/1209081948a-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my kids had lots of fun wearing the decorations! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to work on my many projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;♥ Margie ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/6015198577951368863-9179387273008777766?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9179387273008777766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=9179387273008777766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/9179387273008777766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/9179387273008777766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-until-christmas.html' title='12 Days until Christmas ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/th_Kellicloseup-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-1058904639470099969</id><published>2008-12-01T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:53:24.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Always Busy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yikes, it's been forever since I've posted to this blog! Been so busy with all kinds of things that I just keep forgetting to post here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I went to my high school reunion in October &amp;amp; had so much fun!!! It was great seeing everyone again! What I thought was really funny is that even after 20 years, all the clicks were still there. The jocks hung out with the jocks, the cheerleaders &amp;amp; drill team hung out with each other. The band members hung out with the band members. All the groups &amp;amp; people that hung out with each other back then, still did it at the reunion. Craziness! LOL!!! But it was lots of fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During the trip to California for the reunion, my Mom met the kids &amp;amp; I there, we also went to Ventura Harbor. It was so much fun!!! I have missed the beach sooooooo much!!! And my son had never seen the beach before. He absolutely LOVED it!!! Which of course I knew he would! We had a blast playing at the beach! And it was so funny, Dean was chasing the waves in &amp;amp; out &amp;amp; not getting wet at all! But then ... he ran to chase a wave but before he could run back another wave came in quick &amp;amp; his feet got wet. But then as the water was going back out, he looked down to watch the water &amp;amp; the motion of the water pulled him down on his BUTT! It was so funny! So he got all wet but he wasn't upset at all. He just had so much fun with it! And of course my daughter, Kelli, had been to the beach before but she had fun also! She never did get wet though at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some pictures from the beach where I also added magazine covers to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Mag%20Cover%20Pics/DeanMagCover.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Mag%20Cover%20Pics/BeachMagCover.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Mag%20Cover%20Pics/KelliModelMagCovercentered.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were in California longer than we had planned. Kelli had to miss a whole week of school. The reason for that is bcuz of the Southern California fires that started while we were there. The fires were terrible. They had to close down 2 of the freeways that we needed to drive on to get home. And so we had to longer. Not that we minded too much. And Kelli's school didn't mind that she had to miss school either. So we were all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since we've been home, I've been busy with getting things ready for the holidays &amp;amp; also making gifts for christmas. I am making lots of blankets. One for my cousin, Griff &amp;amp; my son, Dean. Their blankets will look the same with trains on most of the squares and then red, yellow &amp;amp; green squares for the rest. The trains on the main squares have red, yellow &amp;amp; green on them. And then the background for those squares are a light blue. So they will look great with the red, yellow &amp;amp; green squares. Also I have a new baby cousin, Alyssa, and so I am going to make for her a blanket that has pink camo, light pink, medium pink &amp;amp; dark pink squares. All of these blankets are made with flannel squares so they will be nice &amp;amp; warm. For my daughter, Kelli, I am making one that has pink squares &amp;amp; care bears squares. For my uncle (who is more like my big brother, and his wife, I am going to make a blanket that has Marine Corps squares &amp;amp; then black fleece squares. And for my husband, Tomas, I am going to make him a blanket that has wolves on blue &amp;amp; grey camo &amp;amp; then black squares. Those are all for christmas gifts. My mom has her birthday coming up before christmas, and for her birthday I am making her 2 aprons. She has always wanted me to make her an apron. So I thought I will make her one that is for christmas time, and then one for everyday using her favorite color as the main color which is orange/peach. I am really excited about making all of these &amp;amp; hope everyone likes them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last week was Thanksgiving. On Wednesday, I spent the day making &amp;amp; baking 15 loaves of cranberry bread. I was up until midnite. Then Thursday morning, Tomas had to get up at 4:30am bcuz he was going golfing with his dad &amp;amp; brothers. And when he got up, I got up. I could have slept at least a couple hours longer, but for some reason, I was WIDE awake! So I got up &amp;amp; made the pumpkin pies &amp;amp; got them in the oven. Then I did a bit of cleaning &amp;amp; washed some dishes. And then continued to prepare for our Thanksgiving dinner. It was just going to be the 4 of us, but I made a full feast! We had a wonderful dinner &amp;amp; when Tomas' dad &amp;amp; Tomas came in the house after golfing they said the house smelled so good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did have a cross stitch piece that I was trying to get finished by today for a round robin that I am in, but we all decided that it is better to wait to mail our pieces out on January 2nd instead bcuz of everything that we all have on our plates with christmas coming up. So that is now on a back burner to work on later. Blankets &amp;amp; aprons are first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I think that's all for now. I will type more later on. I promise it won't be nearly as long until my next post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Margie ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015198577951368863-1058904639470099969?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1058904639470099969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=1058904639470099969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1058904639470099969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/1058904639470099969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-busy-always-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Always Busy ...'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Mag%20Cover%20Pics/th_DeanMagCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-2077530794243800094</id><published>2008-09-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:32:10.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to my high school reunion in October!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZpGUYrXE8g/SNk1Vn2VeDI/AAAAAAAAANs/rJW1m1iv-Nw/s1600-h/My+Reunion+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZpGUYrXE8g/SNk1Vn2VeDI/AAAAAAAAANs/rJW1m1iv-Nw/s320/My+Reunion+Shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249285486267430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in just 2 1/2 weeks, I'm going to my 20 year high school reunion. YIKES!!! Yes, I've just shown my age. But hey, why not. I wasn't able to go to my 10 year reunion, so I definitely want to go to this one. I am really looking forward to this, but at the same time I am very nervous. My husband is not able to get off work to go with me. So I am going solo. YIKES again!!! He is my rock and he will be here in Tucson while I'm in Southern California. The kids are going to California with me. But my mom is meeting us there &amp;amp; she will watch them while I'm at the reunion. The kids and I can't wait to see my mom. Plus we'll go to the L.A. Zoo while we're there. Anyways, so back to the reunion. I have 2 1/2 weeks to go. I haven't bought my outfit yet. They say that it is "dressy casual". Now if that isn't an oxy moron!!! I mean c'mon. What the hell is "dressy casual"?! So my best guess is something a little bit dressier than I would wear to a job interview. Does that sound right? Would that be dressy casual? Someone said that even jeans would be ok. But to me, jeans are just casual. Nothing dressy about jeans at all. So jeans are just out of the question. And I don't really want to wear any type of skirt or dress. I mean that definintely could be dressy casual. But it's really not my style. Except for the long skirts that I like to wear occasionally. But they, again, are just more casual and not dressy. And I always tend to wear sandals with those. Which of course makes them even more casual. So, after thinking about this long &amp;amp; hard for the past couple of months, I have decided that some nice black pants, maybe khakis, although those also still seem casual, and also a nice blouse/top to go with. But then there is the question of what kind of top? And what color? I mean my favorite color has always &amp;amp; will always be purple. But should I wear purple? It could be nice. Then the other nite, my family &amp;amp; I were in a store &amp;amp; I found the PERFECT &amp;amp; cutest shoes!!! So ... my outfit starts with the shoes and now I get to create my outfit to match my shoes! I don't normally wear dressy shoes hardly ever. Especially heels!!! Not that I don't like to wear heels. But we don't really ever go anywhere that I need to wear them. So I think currently I have only one pair of heels in my closet &amp;amp; they are basic black. That's it! But I saw these shoes and they just JUMPED OUT at me &amp;amp; I have to have them for the reunion. These are the shoes that I have pictured here on this post. I'm sure I will also try to find other occasions to wear them bcuz I like them so much! They're not red red. And I like that. They're more of a garnet type red, which I think is really pretty. So now I need to find a top to match the shoes. My mom suggested I go to Stein Mart to look. I have never shopped at that store. Does anyone have any other suggestions for a nice top to go with my shoes? I don't want something that looks blah &amp;amp; old fashioned at all. And once I find the outfit, then it's a matter of how do I do my hair for the evening?!!! OMG so many things to decide on! Should I straighten my hair? Give it more curl than wave? AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! All this for a few hours with some people that I haven't seen in 20 years. Why do we women torture ourselves like this?!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6015198577951368863-2077530794243800094?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2077530794243800094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=2077530794243800094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/2077530794243800094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/2077530794243800094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-to-my-high-school-reunion-in.html' title='Going to my high school reunion in October!!!'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oZpGUYrXE8g/SNk1Vn2VeDI/AAAAAAAAANs/rJW1m1iv-Nw/s72-c/My+Reunion+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-7674500949687179781</id><published>2008-09-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:48:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Green Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have this game I like to play on My Space and also on Facebook called Lil Green Patch. It's just a fun way to pass the time, other than my stitching, while I'm on the computer. One of my favorite of the cute little "plants" is the Shitaki Mushroom, as well as Bany the Banana plant &amp;amp; Jenny Appleseed. I know this cute picture doesn't show that I saved any amount on the rainforest, but I have. I just now found the code to put this on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;div style="width: 130px; height: 160px;"&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://lilgreenpatch.com/fb/greentrees/badge/badge.swf?badgeId=306107,4" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="LGP" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="130" height="160"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;      &lt;div style="width: 130px; position: relative; top: -160px; left: 0px; margin-bottom: -160px;"&gt;      &lt;a href="http://lilgreenpatch.com/fb/greentrees/badge/badgelanding.php?badgeId=306107,4&amp;amp;src=1"&gt;         &lt;img src="http://greenpatch.s3.amazonaws.com/clear.gif" bgcolor="#00FF66" border="0" width="130" height="160" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&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/6015198577951368863-7674500949687179781?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7674500949687179781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=7674500949687179781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/7674500949687179781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/7674500949687179781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/lil-green-patch.html' title='Lil Green Patch'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015198577951368863.post-6327898427719498195</id><published>2008-08-26T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:41:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Favorite Photos of My Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I am finally starting a blog dedicated to the personal side of my life ... my family, my friends, my good times, my bad times, etc. I have had a cross stitching blog since May. And thought it time to add this blog too!&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My daughter started 7th grade this year. She was so happy to be back in school. She has been asking me all summer if it was time to go back to school yet. And finally on the Sunday nite before school started, I told her, "You start school tomorrow". She was absolutely thrilled to pieces! She had missed all her school friends. We had a busy summer, but she was definitely ready. I think spending so much time with her little brother was starting to get to her! LOL! And was beginning to get to me too! Sibling rivalry ... so much fun ... hahaha! So that Monday morning, the alarm went off &amp;amp; I got up to get her ready for school, and to my delighted surprise, she had already gotten up, gotten herself dressed in all her pink fashion, and eaten breakfast. And there was still over an hour until the bus was scheduled to pick her up! I helped to finish getting ready, doing her hair, reminding her to brush her teeth &amp;amp; her face &amp;amp; all that fun stuff. And finally it was time to go out &amp;amp; wait for the bus. You couldn't wipe the smile off of her face that morning! She was going to back to school! She was going to see her friends! These are a couple of photos of her that I took while we were waiting for the bus.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/Kelliwaitingforthebus-1stdayofschoo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/Kelliwaitingforthebus1stdayofschool.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is a picture of her showing off her "Hannah Montana" backpack! She loves Hannah Montana! Had to get all of her school supplies with Hannah on them. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/Kellishowingoffherhannahmontanaback.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This past summer we went on our first family road trip. It was a trip to the Midwest. We visited friends &amp;amp; family in three states ... Indiana, Illinois, &amp;amp; Michigan. In total, we drove about 4800 miles. Rather than putting all that mileage on our car, we rented a car. It was a lot of driving, but we had a really great time. The main purpose of the trip was that my favorite uncle (more like my big brother) was getting married. So we drove from Arizona on straight thru, my husband &amp;amp; I taking turns driving, to Indiana for the wedding. We were there a few days, then drove to Illinois to visit friends. We stayed there a few more days, then drove to Michigan to visit some more of our family. Stayed there a few more days and then drove back to Indiana to see family that we weren't able to see the first time. Stayed a couple of days and then drove all the way back home to Arizona. We were pretty wiped out when we got home. But we really had a great time. I was able to introduce my husband &amp;amp; kids to friends &amp;amp; family that had never met them. It was wonderful!!! We are looking forward to making the trip again in a couple of years. Although we're kind of hoping that we'll be able to fly to Illinois, and then only have to rent a car &amp;amp; drive to Michigan &amp;amp; Indiana and then back to Illinois, and not have all the rest of the driving. At the wedding, we got some great pictures of the kids all dressed up. They both looked great! My son looked like such a little gentleman!!! Here are a couple of pictures of the kids ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/FamilyVisitWeddinginBloomfield14.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/FamilyVisitWeddinginBloomfield15.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well I suppose that is enough for this entry. As you can see from the time on this post, it's the middle of the nite &amp;amp; I think I am finally feeling sleepy &amp;amp; ready to go to bed. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Until next time!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6015198577951368863-6327898427719498195?l=thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6327898427719498195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6015198577951368863&amp;postID=6327898427719498195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/6327898427719498195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6015198577951368863/posts/default/6327898427719498195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughts-feelings-emotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-favorite-photos-of-my-kids.html' title='Some Favorite Photos of My Kids'/><author><name>Margie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05935005501337855579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkurMcIwefk/TcEZc8LIUZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/a-lBERBUqlM/s220/patriotic.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc254/AmythystMoonPics/Family%20Pics/th_Kelliwaitingforthebus-1stdayofschoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
