<?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-14411810</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:12:27.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the shoe fits, buy it in every color!</title><subtitle type='html'>I may be a beginner at some things, but I've got a black belt in shopping!
-Shelley Long</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5590426516067571597</id><published>2008-11-23T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:02:05.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know exactly who I'm talking about too! And if you haven't noticed yet, they're out...and they're out in FULL FOURCE! These are the drivers that come out once a year to do their Holiday driving. So when they come out for Holidays, they make the already stressful holiday shopping ten times worse with their driving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5590426516067571597?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5590426516067571597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5590426516067571597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5590426516067571597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5590426516067571597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/11/seasonal-drivers.html' title='Seasonal Drivers'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-77893125869998879</id><published>2008-11-06T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:23:26.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Christmas Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well I offiicially saw the first Christmas commercial of the season! You have no idea how happy this makes me. Oh yeah and one more note....it was the day after the election which made me even more happy. Nice advertising Lowes way to take the attention (for a short time) off the election!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-77893125869998879?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/77893125869998879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=77893125869998879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/77893125869998879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/77893125869998879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-christmas-commercial.html' title='1st Christmas Commercial'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-9182067248917899524</id><published>2008-11-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:27:25.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Fellow Believers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good Morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My dear fellow believers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today will be a historic day. A day to be remembered, and not easily forgotten. Let us not waiver from our duty, to uphold truth, justice, and morality. We must stand together for what is right, weaved in unity and not falling for a lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let us lay aside our differences, as well as our indifference for the greater good. For what is at stake is not just a seat in an office, or a title or a term. But it is the wakening of a new era. An era that will lead us into the paths of our destiny, and our judgment. We must be steadfast, and unmovable in our beliefs. Unquenchable in our thirst for righteousness, and purity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The world will see us as fools, and as intolerant, and as uneducated, and as villains. But it is the world that has been deceived, and is lost. And as such we must never forget that lost is our cause, and the and the world is our battleground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let us press towards the mark of a higher calling, let us run the race that is before us with patience and diligence, and let us not be easily swayed by the sin that would seek to devour our very souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;God Bless America, and God be with America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr. Florin A. Filimon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-9182067248917899524?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/9182067248917899524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=9182067248917899524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/9182067248917899524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/9182067248917899524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dear-fellow-believers.html' title='My Dear Fellow Believers'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1620369656645974547</id><published>2008-10-30T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:04:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potlucks at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Do you like them or are you totally nastified by them? We had one at work today, and I thought (for a change) that it went well. Most of the food that was there was edible...yeah i'm a little hesitant when it comes to "work potlucks". Come to think of it, sometimes I'm a little "nervous" when it comes to church potlucks.....what about you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1620369656645974547?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1620369656645974547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1620369656645974547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1620369656645974547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1620369656645974547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/potlucks-at-work.html' title='Potlucks at work'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-7680903218376972063</id><published>2008-10-23T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:34:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do your OWN job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Please don't stand around the office all day visiting with other people and then when you're work isn't done...go and complain to your supervisor that you're "too busy" and need "help"......GRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you haven't guessed by now, this is happening to me right now. Thankfully (yes, I was the lucky one that got asked to help out) my supervisor has told me NOT to do this persons work during my normal work hours and do it as OT. Yeah the extra money is nice, but I guess I just don't like how it all came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who has to put up with this kind of junk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-7680903218376972063?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/7680903218376972063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=7680903218376972063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7680903218376972063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7680903218376972063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-your-own-job.html' title='Do your OWN job!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2784682374562289347</id><published>2008-10-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:12:45.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrvtp4W7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/PKr_U3166M0/s1600-h/537264162a2180298678b124162726l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254275482896493698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrvtp4W7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/PKr_U3166M0/s320/537264162a2180298678b124162726l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/14411810-2784682374562289347?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2784682374562289347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2784682374562289347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2784682374562289347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2784682374562289347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrvtp4W7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/PKr_U3166M0/s72-c/537264162a2180298678b124162726l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-7093967086550504454</id><published>2008-10-06T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:38:33.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrR0aL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h-6Mn33nmDI/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254270606639884914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrR0aL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h-6Mn33nmDI/s320/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And just for you Mandy, heres a little shout out to you and your blog...which by the way made me cry! You have a very good way at expressing yourself in words. So yes I will also be checking your blog weekly for any current posts :) And I'll do my best to comment on each &amp;amp; every one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-7093967086550504454?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/7093967086550504454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=7093967086550504454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7093967086550504454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7093967086550504454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/mandy-love.html' title='Mandy Love'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrR0aL6nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h-6Mn33nmDI/s72-c/IMG_1583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2970703341078606379</id><published>2008-10-06T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:40:15.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachy-Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrlVLuuhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZtN6o_0YyCE/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254270941855136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrlVLuuhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZtN6o_0YyCE/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you post about one you must post about them all...So here it is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Zachy-Pooh I'm ever so sorry that I haven't been a faithful sister in reading and commenting on your blogs on a daily basis. Going forward I will read and comment about EVERY SINGLE post, even if it's just to say, "Hi I'm here" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You know you still love me though....You CAN'T get rid of me that easy!&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/14411810-2970703341078606379?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2970703341078606379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2970703341078606379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2970703341078606379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2970703341078606379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/zachy-pooh.html' title='Zachy-Pooh'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrrlVLuuhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZtN6o_0YyCE/s72-c/IMG_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4475045009744516745</id><published>2008-10-06T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:41:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Minders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrc2eV0gOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E5dzLOeijaU/s1600-h/537264162a2179451996b960528079l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254254743696736482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrc2eV0gOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E5dzLOeijaU/s320/537264162a2179451996b960528079l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I would like to post a public apology for not visiting Mindy's page as often as I should have. And with that said I have just spent the last 20 minutes or so getting "caught up" on all the latest happenings in her life. Oh how Mindy makes me laugh &amp;amp; smile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am going to mak every effort I can to visit her page daily if not once a week. And that goes for the rest of my blogging buddies who still post (Zach, Mandy....Br....oh wait, his last post was in May, just kidding). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So with said, Mindy please oh please accept my apology for slacking off in not reading your blog :(&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/14411810-4475045009744516745?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4475045009744516745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4475045009744516745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4475045009744516745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4475045009744516745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-minders.html' title='To Minders'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SOrc2eV0gOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/E5dzLOeijaU/s72-c/537264162a2179451996b960528079l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2457377164487412632</id><published>2008-10-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:43:11.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok so I don't know that stupid is the right word to use, when reflecting upon the movie I watched the other night. I think I'll probably be venting about this until I'm blue in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple different people now recomend I watch "The Notebook" and might I add that they all told me what a great, romantic movie it was. But at the same time, not ONE of them mentioned that the ending was anything but "happy". Now I will say that the story line was sweet, as he reflected upon their younger days in story. However the curve ball that was awaiting me at the end....well it didn't make me a very happy camper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't seen it yet, and may still want to watch it...I won't say anything further. But for those who have seen it, what are your thoughts on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-2457377164487412632?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2457377164487412632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2457377164487412632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2457377164487412632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2457377164487412632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/10/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5380272147356201677</id><published>2008-06-27T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:44:54.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP MEETING 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SGW2H5MoMkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vTJ2JEYkoqo/s1600-h/Tabernacle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216775990107714114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SGW2H5MoMkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vTJ2JEYkoqo/s320/Tabernacle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ooops I didn't realize the last time I had posted was back in April....oopsy....guess its been a crazy past few months with pastor changes and now Camp Meeting. Mandy I'm SHOCKED that you didn't say anything to me sooner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Speaking of Camp Meeting, I pray that all my fellow bloggers in blogging land are able to make it this year. I think I've done a blog similar to this before, but what are some of your favorite Camp things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Here are just a few of my favs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Bundling up at night and walking the grounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Sleeping in the cabins (I personally LOVE it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-My neighbors....I've got some of the best neighbors in the WORLD....not to mention any names Melina &amp;amp; Mandy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Chicken Fried Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Strawberry Milkshakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Listening to the rain fall on the cabins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;-Shower Lines....ok this might need explained....but what girls don't like to visit? And what a better place to do it than while waiting for a shower....and just think there are now boys to rush us along :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hope to see you all at Camp Meeting 2008!&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/14411810-5380272147356201677?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5380272147356201677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5380272147356201677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5380272147356201677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5380272147356201677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-meeting-2008.html' title='CAMP MEETING 2008'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/SGW2H5MoMkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vTJ2JEYkoqo/s72-c/Tabernacle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-6092320368801985412</id><published>2008-04-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:46:14.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men in trucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok so not all men are jerks this we know, however there are a few that live here in California! I'm sure you've all experianced this, however this time it REALLY got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery store on my lunch break the other day, was waiting patiently for a parking spot w/ my blinker ON. I think you can pretty well guess the rest...but first I would like to set the scene. Imagine this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting w/ your signal on for a spot on the right that a car is currently backing out of (a row of parking spots right in front of the store). There is an aisle straight off to the left (directly behind the car that is backing out).....are you still w/ me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now to continue w/ my story. The car has just backed completley out and is pulling away, I'm starting to pull up to pull in a this guy in his big ol' truck comes racing through that side aisle and straight into that spot!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so MAD....yes I honked....and no it probably wasn't the "Christian" thing to do, but I was so irritated, who does he think he is? He just put a bad taste in my mouth for men in trucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-6092320368801985412?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/6092320368801985412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=6092320368801985412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6092320368801985412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6092320368801985412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-in-trucks.html' title='Men in trucks!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1988445751224805742</id><published>2008-03-26T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:47:54.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I guess I'm just posting to avoid having an obituary written about me :) This won't be long...but a few things that have happened in the past couple of months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Januray:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm drawing a blank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;Drawing another blank....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;Seattle...&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Katrina's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;Easter Maddness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently:&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1988445751224805742?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1988445751224805742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1988445751224805742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1988445751224805742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1988445751224805742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-3743904060395998879</id><published>2008-01-03T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:28:34.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm voiceless.....I lost my voice on Friday evening after coming off of a VERY exciting ride on Space Mountain. I've been told that they've recently re-done the ride and it's better than it used to be. Well obviously I thought so because I still don't have a voice...7 days later! Oh well it was well worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a blast, if you have bebo or myspace check out the pictures I've posted, theres only a "few". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few of my favorite rides:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thunder Mountain Rail Road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Splash Mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soarin' Over California&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you've never gone....YOU MUST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-3743904060395998879?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/3743904060395998879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=3743904060395998879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3743904060395998879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3743904060395998879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-9200834708975579832</id><published>2007-12-20T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:07:06.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...is all I have left before my 11 day vacation starts! Yes I am very excited about this, who wouldn't be? Ok well don't answer that, there may be a few of you out there who would prefer to be at work (you're sick if you are one of those). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So anywho while I wait for Florin to pick me up I thought I would add a new post (this way Mandy can't say that I've fallen off the wagon, or something crazy like that). How is everyone's Christmas shopping coming along. You like how I'm asking that with only 4 days of shopping left (that is if your counting Sunday....)? I am one of I am sure many who are not done with their shopping. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Zach &amp;amp; Mandy don't worry you'll have gifts by the time mom comes back = )**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can probably tell I'm trying to kill time here, so if you're getting bored with my blog feel free to Exit the website at any time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with that said I think I'm going to wrap this up because I can't think of anything else to blog about right now = )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-9200834708975579832?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/9200834708975579832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=9200834708975579832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/9200834708975579832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/9200834708975579832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-day.html' title='1 Day'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5712177275885465347</id><published>2007-12-13T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:32:19.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$66</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can now officially say that I've seen someone spend $66 at Subway. Yeah you read that right....Florin and I went to Subway the other night for dinner and the girl in front of us was having 7 footlong sandwhiches made. No big deal right, I'm thinking yeah maybe about $30-$40 becuase the footlongs were ranging around $5 per sandwhich....But no they got DOUBLE MEAT/DOUBLE CHEESE on all of them and then 4 of them had Avocado. So by the time you add up all the "extra" stuff you have a grand total of $66! I think everyone was in shock when she said the total....I know I was in shock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5712177275885465347?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5712177275885465347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5712177275885465347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5712177275885465347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5712177275885465347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/12/66.html' title='$66'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4832572742800255830</id><published>2007-12-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:30:20.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup you got it I "fell off the wagon" again....but come on now who ISN'T busy right now? Yeah, yeah I know thats no excuse, but it sounded good anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't have much to blog on right now other than the fact that its 10:30 and my brain is full of mush right now. Today we had our dress rehersal for the Christmas Program tomorrow night. YIKES Yeah today was a LITTLE on the rough side (to say the least). I find it hilarious how the kids know the first couple of words to the begining of the song, and they're sung at somewhat of a soft level.....the middle is complete mubo jumbo and then the last couple of words of the song are complete yelling. Do you get the picture?? Yeah thats exactly what we've got...Can't wait to see how it all comes together tomorrow night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRAY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are the plays coming together in your home town?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-4832572742800255830?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4832572742800255830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4832572742800255830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4832572742800255830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4832572742800255830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-needed.html' title='Not Needed'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-123618688628992748</id><published>2007-10-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:14:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So maybe I've just offically crossed the lign on wishing everyone a Happy Halloween? For all I know one of you may be HORRIBLY offended by my doing so. But let me say this I'm not really wishing you a Happy Ghosts, Goblins &amp;amp; Witches night, but more for fun of dressing up and just having a fun time aside from the yuckies. Now thats not to say that I never went Trick or Treating when I was kid, because believe you me, that was a BLAST! And as we got older we got wiser....by that I mean hitting up the "rich" neighborhoods. Oh yeah thats where they give out the BIG candy bars and sometimes even money, depending on what area you hit up. Yeah we were no dumbies :) And you better believe that I'm dressing up this up this year as well.....I'm going to be a Red M&amp;amp;M :) Is anyone else dressing up this year and if so what are you dressing up as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really hope I didn't offend anyone, if so I truely am sorry.....I didn't mean to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-123618688628992748?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/123618688628992748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=123618688628992748' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/123618688628992748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/123618688628992748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-3647361300090729995</id><published>2007-10-21T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:08:12.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you believe it has taken me who knows how long to FINALLY create a MySpace account! Where on earth have I been all these years. Well at least I wasn't the only one, Florin also just created an account...so I wasn't alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me just say this though, in a matter of days from creating my account, I was reconnected with my best friend from grade school (and all the way through graduation). I couldn't be more happy! I will be honest in that I probably won't use it for much of anything else. Let me know if any of you have a MySpace account that I'm not already connected to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-3647361300090729995?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/3647361300090729995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=3647361300090729995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3647361300090729995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3647361300090729995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/10/myspace.html' title='MySpace'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8833043335216604196</id><published>2007-10-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:04:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As I was visiting some of my fellow blogging buddies pages, I noticed that everyone had pretty "up beat" pages - meaning they colorful and bright etc Then you go to my page, and it's all dark and well yeah dark. But hopefully as you are reading this post, you have noticed that I changed my skin and made it more "Fall Friendly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have any cool pictures to show like Melina, but hey my page should be good enough. Use your imagination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8833043335216604196?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8833043335216604196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8833043335216604196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8833043335216604196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8833043335216604196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-friendly.html' title='Fall Friendly'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-6319677344118257442</id><published>2007-10-12T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:48:04.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb &amp; Dumber Lost in Sacramento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet again I've been reminded of how old my last post is, and for some stupid reason I keep promising that i'm going to keep in current. HA! Obviously thats not happening or my last post wouldn't be from August 11th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So on my way home from work the other night I couldn't figure out why traffic was going SO STINKIN' slow through the neighboorhood. Ok theres your first clue, your in a neighborhood. But why is the traffic backed up so far?? Oh theres our answer, either Lloyd (Jim Carey) or Harry (Jeff Daniels) got lost on the side streets of Sacramento. Yes you read that correctly, well to a certain extent. There was shall we call him a gentlemen riding what he clearly thought was a "normal" motercyle (NOT) through my neighborhood at "rush hour" If you've seen Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber you know the scene I'm talking about wear their riding the scooter and only going about 5 miles an hour (first of all if you had to read this description to know what i was talking about, then you might as well stop reading here because the rest won't make any sense to you). So back to my story, most of the cars had pulled off onto other streets leaving me behind him for a little while longer. Oh yeah I was VERY annoyed! Stay tuned for the picture......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-6319677344118257442?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/6319677344118257442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=6319677344118257442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6319677344118257442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6319677344118257442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/10/dumb-dumber-lost-in-sacramento.html' title='Dumb &amp; Dumber Lost in Sacramento'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8267392574125147254</id><published>2007-08-11T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:59:02.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what a day it can be....For some its a day of strictly sleeping and being lazy, for others its a day to be productive and get things done, for others its a day of shopping and having fun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me today I wanted it to do a couple of those. I wanted to sleep in, and now I can check that off my list as it was completed. Next on my list was being lazy, yup got that in as well. Then I wanted to wash my car...which I do at Florin's because I live in an apartment complex making it much harder to wash. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So at about 2 I asked Florin if he wanted to go out and wash the cars, I get the LAZY response of "It's too hot" give me a break its 78 degrees outside with a breeze! I didn't buy that excuse for one min. But being the good girlfriend that I am, I let him continue his Saturday by being lazy (which like I said earlier everyone enjoys their Saturdays different ways...which is fine). So at about 6:30 tonight I ask again, "So lets go wash the cars since it's later and cooler now" Well my mistake it's gone up to 80 now but still with a good breeze. So needless to say he gave me the same response "It's too hot". Oh but let me through this in, whenever he wants to do something regardless of what it is I usually have to join him. But I want to wash my car?? Absolutley not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I proceeded to go out and wash my car, I enjoyed every last bit of it, while Florin lounged in the house doing nothing :) Don't get me wrong I love a lazy day now and then, but I also would like to get at least one thing done on my lazy day, whatever it is that may be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dear now he's got the fans on in his room as if its 100 degrees outside. What am I going to do with this boy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8267392574125147254?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8267392574125147254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8267392574125147254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8267392574125147254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8267392574125147254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8572379488481735459</id><published>2007-07-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:00:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So I know I have completley joined the Harry Potter band wagon a day too late, but hey better late than never right? And heres where I'm at so far....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Watched: 1-4....Enjoyed them all, looking forward to seeing The Order of the Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Currentley reading: The first book....and enjoying it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No I haven't actually bought the books yet, but if you were to rome around Targert, you WILL find me in the book section reading the book, and if you were to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobel, yup I'm there too sitting in a plush seat reading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You see I have this little book fee at the Public Library (how can they do that by the way.....??) which prevents me from checking the books out. I am going to dispute it though. They say I have three books out....and that is just not the case. So I intend to go to the library and show them that the books are there on their shelves, so they can disregard my fine and let me check out the Harry Potter books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the mean time does anyone want to loan me their Harry Potter books? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8572379488481735459?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8572379488481735459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8572379488481735459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8572379488481735459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8572379488481735459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2926740644599928887</id><published>2007-07-10T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:02:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So this is my first year to miss a Camp Meeting in 25 years, and with that said I kind of feel like I don’t have much room to complain, that I’m not able to go. I can’t help but think of all those think of the thousands of people that have yet to go to their first Camp Meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just a year of firsts for everyone, this is the first year that they’ve broadcast the services on the internet (which I haven’t missed a service yet) and what a WONDERFUL thing. I know a lot of you were there, but I encourage you to watch them, they’re great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that come to mind that I DO miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My AWESOME bed in my cabin (not to many people can say that about those beds)&lt;br /&gt;2. My cabin Roomies….I’ve gone through a few, but I really miss the old times with Krystal….maybe next year = )&lt;br /&gt;3. My WONDERFUL and last minute “Does this look ok?” (From me of course) neighbor Melina. I will say that, this is one of the biggest things I’ve missed this year. So Melina, make sure you put down for that cabin next year so we can be neighbors next year.&lt;br /&gt;4. Late night Taco Bell runs….Melina I loved your blog about Taco Bell, it made me happy to read that the tradition was “stayin alive”&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheeseburger……Strawberry (If you don’t know what this means then you truly aren’t a Camp Meeting EXPERT)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sitting out front on the bench “people watchin”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things that come to mind that I DON’T miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Long shower lines&lt;br /&gt;2. Dust covered shoes (although it wouldn’t be Camp Meeting without it)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tabernacle chairs&lt;br /&gt;4. First Sunday morning Restaurant line…..Second Sunday morning Restaurant line…..Third Sunday morning Restaurant line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at this last list, I’m beginning to realize that Camp Meeting just wouldn’t be Camp Meeting if it weren’t for these things “we don’t miss”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments on my thought provoking blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-2926740644599928887?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2926740644599928887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2926740644599928887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2926740644599928887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2926740644599928887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-this-is-my-first-year-to-miss-camp.html' title='Camp Meeting'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4104481278365339868</id><published>2007-06-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:03:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so as I was trying to get a good nights rest the other night before another long day at work (and it was already late). Well apparently the parents in my apartment complex feel that when their kids are on summer break, so should the REST of the apartment complex! If I'm not mistaken it was about 12:30 and wouldn't you know it, a group of little braty kids decided it was play time. From the sounds of it they were having a wonderful time out on the play structure, while I on the other hand was trying to get some sleep, much needed by the way! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On a side note I am glad that it's summer because that means the pool is open and the kids are more likely to be playing at the pool than on the play structure (which is right below my window). So for that I am thankful.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-4104481278365339868?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4104481278365339868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4104481278365339868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4104481278365339868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4104481278365339868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/06/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1772022768322475368</id><published>2007-06-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:08:31.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Zach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wanted to say a quick congrats to my baby brother for graduating from college with his AA. Now it's onto bigger and better things at the University!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077988384780994018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RnijiBhuReI/AAAAAAAAADU/kT37jpr-dYs/s320/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JORB well done little Zachy Pooh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1772022768322475368?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1772022768322475368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1772022768322475368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1772022768322475368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1772022768322475368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/06/congratulations-zach.html' title='Congratulations Zach'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RnijiBhuReI/AAAAAAAAADU/kT37jpr-dYs/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-6790060225038640619</id><published>2007-06-12T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:29:15.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup you got that right nothing, I have been literally been driving down the street looking for something to blog about....ANYTHING....and still have nothing. How sad and pathetic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have been "collecting" the names of different license plates I see. I did this back when I went to Mid West camp forever ago and it took me FOREVER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; always that one state that just wants to hide from you. So I decided I would start it at the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;" of travel season for most families and see what I can come up with. Oh that starting date would be June 1st for anyone interested. So only 12 days in I have the following:&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Nevada&lt;br /&gt;Colorado&lt;br /&gt;California - This one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; difficult&lt;br /&gt;Oregon - Again another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington - Border line hard&lt;br /&gt;Vancouver British Columbia - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so I know this one doesn't exactly count, but I saw it......&lt;br /&gt;Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;Utah&lt;br /&gt;Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Illinois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idaho&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mississippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll try to give you an update after Florin and I get back from our trip up North for my baby brothers graduation from College. I'm hoping to get the rest of them.......Yeah right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-6790060225038640619?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/6790060225038640619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=6790060225038640619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6790060225038640619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6790060225038640619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5913401754394320993</id><published>2007-06-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:41:38.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From the calendar that my dear little brother got me for Christmas I found this quote for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Families are like fudge....mostly sweet with a few nuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5913401754394320993?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5913401754394320993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5913401754394320993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5913401754394320993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5913401754394320993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-3157350850007729946</id><published>2007-05-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:42:15.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RlfQ0Df6dfI/AAAAAAAAADM/ME9-dzH_1IU/s1600-h/TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068749498339718642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RlfQ0Df6dfI/AAAAAAAAADM/ME9-dzH_1IU/s320/TB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing like a late night TB run.....So I'm visiting home for the memorial day weekend and I hear Zach &amp;amp; Mandy sitting out in Zach's car munchin' down on some TB. And when I ask him where mine is he says to me, hey jump in the car, we'll make another run....and there you have it folks my late night TB run for a YUMMY Nachos Bel Grande and a Dr. Pepper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-3157350850007729946?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/3157350850007729946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=3157350850007729946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3157350850007729946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3157350850007729946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/taco-bell.html' title='Taco Bell'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RlfQ0Df6dfI/AAAAAAAAADM/ME9-dzH_1IU/s72-c/TB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4967642297282112847</id><published>2007-05-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:42:45.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First off it's Monday and I don't have patience for STUPID people, and heres one good reason why. There is a good reason why the city creates bike lanes, and "why" you might ask? So they can be used , and the drivers can go about there business whithout worrying about the bikers. Well apparently theres an entirely diff. set of rules for old people on bikes. On my way back to the office today after lunch, I "attempted" to pull into the right hand turn lane, with the bike lane now on my left (are you with me here)? As I'm attempting to move toward the street I would like to turn on, this old man biker decides that he is also going to use my turn lane as a place to ride. And in the mean time glance back to confirm that YES I am in MY lane, and NO he's not in his lane. Oh yeah I forgot to mention....he's not riding his bike fast, I think he was out for an afternoon stroll. My frustration level is rising if you hadn't noticed already. So I'm thinking to myself, ok maybe he's making a right hand turn and thats why he's here.....NEGATIVE....hes staying on the straight and narrow path. So now I've reached the street to turn right, he cuts over to the crosswalk and cuts a bunch of cars off, not even giving the cars a second look. I glanced over at the crosswalk signal to see if he was in the right of way to cross.....BIG RED FLASHING HAND tells me NO......BIG RED FLASHING HAND tells him, sure come on over, don't worry the traffic will stop for you anytime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-4967642297282112847?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4967642297282112847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4967642297282112847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4967642297282112847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4967642297282112847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/bike-lane.html' title='Bike Lane'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-7326906876772172896</id><published>2007-05-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:43:21.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME UPDATE on Chloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/BlogView.jsp?MemberId=3651071687&amp;amp;BlogId=4077054351"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good News! Update: 5-15-07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe is doing MUCH better and may be able to go home on Thursday if her "wellness number" is at 500 or greater. It was 189 on Sunday so keep praying that her little body gets stronger. I have nothing but good news today. Carla Rael is here, she flew in yesterday and spent the afternoon with Chloe while David and I grabbed a bite to eat (at Pick up Stix ha ha)and then went back to the hospital. Hannah's teacher took her and Ashley in her yellow convertible Mini Cooper to the mall and so they also had a great time last night. Chloe was taken off oxygen yesterday and is doing so much better. Her pneumonia is gone! She is having a port-a-cath placed in her chest this morning so please pray for her and David and of course the Dr's hands. She will have another bone marrow aspiration on Thursday before she can go home, and they put her under for that as well. She gets pretty cranky when coming out of the procedures, but she is determined to get well so she can come home. Carla and I are working to get the house ready (clean) this morning and her room pretty sterile so that it is a safe place for her to come home to. Pray for Hannah to get well, she has a cold and will be a risk to Chloe as soon as she gets home. I am very excited to have Chloe home and scared at the same time. The Lord has been with us every step of the way and I know that He will not forsake us. I feel very joyful this morning even though the reality of our daughter having Leukemia is starting to set in. It is not the end of the world and with God's grace and mercy, we as a family are going to make it! We can not say enough how much love and support we feel from all of our family and loved ones. I especially can't imagine going through something like this without the family of God, what a terrifying thought! We have been so blessed to come home from the hospital and find cards, emails and bebo comments to keep us going. We read each and every one of them and just know that it is giving us strength to keep going, even as weary as we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-7326906876772172896?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/7326906876772172896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=7326906876772172896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7326906876772172896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7326906876772172896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/awesome-update-on-chloe.html' title='AWESOME UPDATE on Chloe'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4442770433897424334</id><published>2007-05-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:59:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe Diemer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RkaMIdpH_PI/AAAAAAAAADE/5TDesZ9TfSs/s1600-h/1939631422a2613266848b705027679l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063888908048661746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RkaMIdpH_PI/AAAAAAAAADE/5TDesZ9TfSs/s320/1939631422a2613266848b705027679l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RkaMBdpH_OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z24RWOQk-qM/s1600-h/1939631422a4343481728b992340322l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063888787789577442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RkaMBdpH_OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Z24RWOQk-qM/s320/1939631422a4343481728b992340322l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please keep Chloe and the Diemer family in your prayers. She is a sweet, loveable little 8 year old girl from our L.A. church. Such a delight to be around. She was very recently diagnosed with &lt;strong&gt;Acute Lymphoblast Leukemia - A.L.L. &lt;/strong&gt;Here is the latest on her condition from her mom Karla:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her treatment will be very critical for the next 9 months. Chloe will start to lose her hair in a couple of weeks. She is not well enough to start chemo in her IV yet, because of her pneumonia (sp) it is much worse today. She has only had the one dose of chemo in her spine yesterday, I think it was yesterday .....what else....ummm....oh, the treatment (chemo) will last for 2 to 3 years but most of it will be on an out-patient basis. She may even be able to go to school next spring 2008. Until then, we will start home schooling her. Her A.L.L has a 85-95% cure rate meaning, no more, all gone never have it again cured. She is going to stay in the hospital for 2 more weeks or so. The dr also said that they don't know exactly, but that Chloe probably got the cancer only a few weeks ago. That is the nature of this Leukemia it's acute and it's onset is just that sudden. Tonight Chloe has a 104 temp and they put in another IV line and are also giving her oxygen and she is not doing that great right now. She hasn't eaten in 2 days. She is pretty weak....but our God is strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chloe has had a very tough week thus far and tonight she had her first dose of chemotherapy in her IV which means it will go throughout her body. She did have chemo in her spinal fluid on Monday, but it did not go into her entire body. We don't know what the rest of the night will hold for her, but we do know that WHO holds her is bigger than anything. We are trusting in the Lord for everything and would very much appreciate your continued prayers for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Big Love, Karla &amp;amp; Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/14411810-4442770433897424334?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4442770433897424334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4442770433897424334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4442770433897424334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4442770433897424334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/chloe-diemer.html' title='Chloe Diemer'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RkaMIdpH_PI/AAAAAAAAADE/5TDesZ9TfSs/s72-c/1939631422a2613266848b705027679l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2251569885750379364</id><published>2007-05-11T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:12:05.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911 Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Are any of you familiar with the TV show "Nanny 911" or at least heard of it? Ok well the radio talk show I listen to in the morning, had the most hilarious 911 call tape. A mother thought she could actually call 911 to get a baby-sitter!!! The tape was PRICELESS....I'm not so sure if it's on the internet or not, but I would recomend you try searching for it, it will be well worth your time. The call pretty much went like this...Oh yeah and if you read like i do imagine the mothers voice to be rather "slow" and maybe not all the way there....ok well obviously she's not all the way there............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Operator - "911 what is your emergancy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother - "Uh yeah I just need a baby-sitter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Operator - "I'm sorry ma'am what was your emergancy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother - "Well ya, uh you see my kids are just out of control, and I could really use some help. I just need a Baby-Sitter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Operator - "Ma'am, this is 911, you can not request a Baby-Sitter here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother - "Oh......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dial Tone...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-2251569885750379364?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2251569885750379364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2251569885750379364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2251569885750379364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2251569885750379364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/911-phone-call.html' title='911 Phone Call'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8319437495424841709</id><published>2007-05-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:13:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never EVER question a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Sunday I told Noah:"Your shoes are cool, they rock!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah's response: "Nu Uh they run really fast"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never EVER question a child....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8319437495424841709?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8319437495424841709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8319437495424841709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8319437495424841709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8319437495424841709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-ever-question-child.html' title='Never EVER question a child'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5794664932504531448</id><published>2007-05-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:14:26.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with strangers in the eyes of Noah A. Mocan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're ever wondering what to do should a stranger attack you, be sure to contact Mr. Noah Mocan. Sunday night at church he gave me a "quick" over view of how to handle a stranger. I'm gonna use quotes, because that will get the message across WAY better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Umm Stacy if a stranger covers your mouth like this (Noah putting his hand over his mouth), you bight him really hard (Noah making an angry face as if he's bighting his hand). Then you kick him &amp;amp; kick him, and then start punching him really hard...then you run real fast and start screaming."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Strangers don't say nice things, they go to jail and get handcuffs because they aren't nice"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know about the rest of you, but I think Noah's got it down pretty good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5794664932504531448?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5794664932504531448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5794664932504531448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5794664932504531448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5794664932504531448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-to-do-with-strangers-in-eyes-of.html' title='What to do with strangers in the eyes of Noah A. Mocan'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1252179315606070831</id><published>2007-05-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:35:41.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Guy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ok so I hope that title in itself was enough to get you to read my blog = ) Quick note, if you haven't read my previous post, check it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now onto the title of my blog. So I'm sitting at my desk here at work, listening to the radio...however its just back round noise....and working. It's going on 4 and just like every other day they do the traffic report. Now normally when there is a traffic report, they normally report on the....yup you got it....traffic. Well not so much in this case. The lady comes on very casually and says, "If you happen to be over in the Howe area just past Fair Oaks don't be alarmed if you see a naked guy sitting at the bus stop, hes just sitting there rolling around a bottle of Vodkah, all he has on are a pair of shoes, but don't be alarmed, he's been there for quiet a while now" Ok hello.....what kind of a traffic report is that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1252179315606070831?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1252179315606070831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1252179315606070831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1252179315606070831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1252179315606070831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/05/naked-guy.html' title='Naked Guy....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5991545318057482901</id><published>2007-04-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:50:14.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis. Barb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wanted to thank EVERYONE who has been praying for Sis. Barb. For those of you who may not know, she has been extremely sick since Christmas (and on that same not, has not been out to church since the week prior to Christmas). So the reason I am thanking everyone for their prayers is because Sis. Barb came out to church yesterday morning! Granted she was in her wheelchair (shes not yet strong enough to walk on her own without becoming short of breath), but hey Praise the Lord she was in Church and had the biggest smile on her face EVER! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Continue to keep the Kasper family in your prayers along with the Sacramento church. We appreciate every single one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5991545318057482901?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5991545318057482901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5991545318057482901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5991545318057482901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5991545318057482901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/04/sis-barb.html' title='Sis. Barb'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-65873425358995927</id><published>2007-04-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:13:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSTED...and still...NOTHING...and still...RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;eah I'm pretty much toast...I truly honestly thought I would be able to get away with leaving a comment on someone else's page without posting tonight. But wouldn't you know it, I done been caught...red handed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Speaking of red handed...my fingers are red right now...I'm enjoying a big bag of HOT Cheetos. Oh so yummy! Nothing better than a bag of HOT Cheetos while watching American Idol. Those two go hand in hand. Anyone else out there hooked on American Idol like I am? If so who's your favorite?? My top two would have to be Melinda Dolittle and Blake Lewis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So we went down to Woodlake this weekend for a GREAT weekend of So. Gospel music (if you haven't already, check out my new video on Bebo....it's a highlite from this weekend that I think you might enjoy). So on our way home, we passed by this church, and I just had to take the picture. Take into consideration when you look at this picture that I took it while we were driving by it at an incredibly HIGH rate of speed. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057210276853054626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/Ri7R89pH_KI/AAAAAAAAACc/h-5tomTkDwg/s320/Fan+Fest+07%27+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-65873425358995927?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/65873425358995927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=65873425358995927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/65873425358995927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/65873425358995927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/04/bustedand-stillnothingand-stillrandom.html' title='BUSTED...and still...NOTHING...and still...RANDOM'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/Ri7R89pH_KI/AAAAAAAAACc/h-5tomTkDwg/s72-c/Fan+Fest+07%27+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-5284708952598943753</id><published>2007-03-27T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:39:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weigh Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So while I "ride" here in the car on our road trip to Medford a thought just came to me ...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weigh Station....1 mile....anyone ever been curious enough to pull over and see how much your car weighs with you inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-5284708952598943753?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/5284708952598943753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=5284708952598943753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5284708952598943753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/5284708952598943753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/03/weigh-station.html' title='Weigh Station'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4921240555938445923</id><published>2007-03-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:08:42.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts in March?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone please tell me why over half of the population here in Sacramento is wearing Shorts and flip flops in the middle of March? I mean I know its 80 degrees here today, but.....oh wait that causes me to ask another question, why on EARTH is it 80 degrees in March? Has mother nature not ever heard of rain and cold weather? What is going on here? As it is I'm not a summer person (I don't like the high heat temps.), so when mother nature is throwing 80 degree weather at me in March it makes me a little on the cranky side. Granted I love seeing the sun, but I'm pretty sure I can see the sun when it's cold outside too! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I the only one suffering here from Cold Weather with drawls?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How's the weather where you are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-4921240555938445923?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4921240555938445923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4921240555938445923' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4921240555938445923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4921240555938445923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/03/shorts-in-march.html' title='Shorts in March?'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1484897179075751592</id><published>2007-03-04T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:09:18.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long vs. Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else needs to be said? I really don't have anything exciting to post about right now, so I thought I would toss out the question of long vs. short hair on a girl? I know every now and again it comes up in converstaion...(girls usually want it one way and the guys want it the other). So I thought I would see what the general consensus is, and why you like it that way? Pretty simple huh.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1484897179075751592?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1484897179075751592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1484897179075751592' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1484897179075751592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1484897179075751592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-vs-short.html' title='Long vs. Short'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8624110188992824079</id><published>2007-02-13T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:09:58.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day Blogging Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my dear blogging buddies I would like to wish you all a &lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentines Day! &lt;/strong&gt;Yes I know I am day early and yes I know it is usually a day for lovy dovy couples (we shall see what tomorrow has in store), but as Mandy so nicely put it over on her page (wanted to give a little shout out to the Manders blog), it is also a day to show your love to your friends and family. And well I kind of feel like my blogging buddies are like my family. I mean come on we're always on here venting to each other or sharing our latest embaresment or frustration....well I think you get the idea. So heres to all my family members in the blog world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love you guys, you're great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8624110188992824079?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8624110188992824079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8624110188992824079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8624110188992824079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8624110188992824079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-blogging-buddies.html' title='Happy Valentines Day Blogging Buddies'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-3747397257072286020</id><published>2007-02-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:10:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Sandwich &amp; Full Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats all we wanted....but no....they wouldn't let me. Talk about RUDE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I went to this nice little cafe today to pick up some lunch for me &amp;amp; Florin, not realizing that it was going to turn into a not so good experiance. Heres my problem, I went up the counter and simply ordered:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 whole Steak Bistro salads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 chicken sandwich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not hard or complicated right?? WRONG....apperantly you can't order a 1/2 sandwich unless you're ordering a 1/2 salad?? I tryed to explain to the lady that I would like to have a full salad instead of a full sandwich and that I would paying for it if there was a price diff. Oh did I mention that a full salad and the price of the full sandwich were THE SAME! So yeah nothing diff. here...is anyone still with me? So yeah the lady behind the counter through this big fit about how the only way I was getting a half sandwich was if I ordered a half salad. Thats pretty much it in a nutshell, I wasn't very happy when I left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yeah and I ended up leaving with a full size sandwich and two whole salads. Not exactly what I wanted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-3747397257072286020?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/3747397257072286020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=3747397257072286020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3747397257072286020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/3747397257072286020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/02/12-sandwich-full-salad.html' title='1/2 Sandwich &amp; Full Salad'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-1816889115760775562</id><published>2007-01-28T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:10:59.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yesterday I finally caved and took down my Christmas Tree. After it beeing up for well over a month I decided it was probably time to take it down. With Valentines day around the corner and all I figured now may be a good time to take down all the Christms decorations! However at what point do you say, it's time to take down the tree? I mean come on is there really a date that you should officially have your tree down by??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-1816889115760775562?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/1816889115760775562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=1816889115760775562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1816889115760775562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/1816889115760775562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-christmas-tree.html' title='My Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-4654588434906953857</id><published>2007-01-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:31:21.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;is something I always took for granted until yesterday afternoon! So imagine you're sitting at your desk working and all of a sudden you hear the sound of everything powering off. And it wasn't the enitre office, but just MY cubicle (computer, radio, light above desk, electric stapler etc.). Yeah thats pretty much what happened to me, and the bad part of all this is...I'm the receptionist....the front desk! Come to find out a fuse was blown, so yeah not an easy fix. They finally sent an electrician out this morning around 9 to fix replace the fuse. All in all, I was without power until 10 o'clock this morning. All is well though at my desk now, I have power once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-4654588434906953857?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/4654588434906953857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=4654588434906953857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4654588434906953857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/4654588434906953857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/electricity.html' title='Electricity'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-2551966751749327851</id><published>2007-01-20T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:56:22.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyone know what this is? I challenge you all next time you are at the grocery store to look for this item. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I will only tell you these two things...the same two things I was told when I was trying to locate it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1. It is used to make something more spicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2. It is in a can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Good Luck....let me know what you find, either that or let me know when you give up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;UPDATE....FOR ALL WHO GAVE UP.....&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/Rb2aMYrTu7I/AAAAAAAAACE/lw4b7l4rAqY/s1600-h/unknown+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025342296788548530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/Rb2aMYrTu7I/AAAAAAAAACE/lw4b7l4rAqY/s200/unknown+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Here is a picture of Rotel, so in case you still want to go to the store and look for it, heres what you're looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess you could say I did the home work for you, now all you got to do is go look for it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-2551966751749327851?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/2551966751749327851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=2551966751749327851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2551966751749327851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/2551966751749327851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/rotel.html' title='Rotel'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/Rb2aMYrTu7I/AAAAAAAAACE/lw4b7l4rAqY/s72-c/unknown+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-8850474822635748878</id><published>2007-01-16T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:49:43.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Zach has got me to thinking about my favorite smells. Don't be surprised if you see some duplicates on here, after all we are family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Walking up the sidewalk smelling mom's roast cooking on a Sunday afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Fresh rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Fresh towels out of the dryer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Coffee aisle at the grocery store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. My new lotion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I ask you the same question, what are some of your favorite smells?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-8850474822635748878?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/8850474822635748878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=8850474822635748878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8850474822635748878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/8850474822635748878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favorite-smells.html' title='My Favorite Smells'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-6887136802149687132</id><published>2007-01-10T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:15:39.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicko in the Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Boy do I ever know how to pick out the locations. So I walk into a cafe (which I've been to a number of times) to use their WIFI...I sit down in a booth and this guy very stratigacally (not a clue if that is spelled right) places himself in a booth where he can watch not only me, but a lady in a booth in front of me. SICKO!! He has now been "watching" me and this lady for the past 45 min. I think I'm going to have to move to the other side of the booth so I he can no longer see me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;First I run into problems at the library, and then just when I think it's safe and I go to a nice cafe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I find another creep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-6887136802149687132?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/6887136802149687132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=6887136802149687132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6887136802149687132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/6887136802149687132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/sicko-in-cafe.html' title='Sicko in the Cafe'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-519219799342583022</id><published>2007-01-08T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:44:31.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Is the age I thought I would never be. Why you ask do I say that? For two key points, and the first being, I am now old enough to be on the church insurance for driving a church vehicle. Which brings me to my second point, I have been asked to drive a van of 14 year olds (give or take a few ages) to L.A. for their Special Meetings this weekend. As I'm not totally apposed to the idea, I do question my sanity and why I said Yes? Oh yes and one more thing, Florin won't be going, so I won't have him as a back up driver. Thank the Lord that there are a few other vehicles going so I can nab one of them to drive if I get tired, but still thats beside my first point. I am now 25...I'm legal to drive young ones around!!! What happened to being 16 and still being young enough that I could sign up to be a PASSENGER on a church van. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Not the driver!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-519219799342583022?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/519219799342583022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=519219799342583022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/519219799342583022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/519219799342583022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-7016815245519438905</id><published>2007-01-06T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:19:02.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess it's been a few months since I've posted (or at least thats what Zach &amp; Mandy are telling me ;) ) So here I am back from who knows where with a few things to share with the rest of my fellow blogging friends (and you know who you are).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not a whole lot went down in the month of October. We had a big Harvest Party at ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBY0oIHDBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wQZ8tME-Qno/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;urch w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBXiIIHDAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Kjk5YnF1B1g/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBdQIIHDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPlXFjQDNr8/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017112516531522610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBdQIIHDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPlXFjQDNr8/s200/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lot of fun. Dan Mocan put together an awesome "maze" in the prayer room (shhh....don't tell the pastor ;) that the kids absolutley went nuts over. Ok I must admit I'm a kid at heart too because I went through it a few times myself :) Oh yeah and it was all in the dark, so that made it even better! Over all everyone had a good time. If you didn't know already I attempted to "dress up" as a baby. More than anything it was all about being COMFORTABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would say that Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBb74IHDCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8A5njazPzYk/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ember was the kick off a very busy time. My mom and I were trying to put the finsihing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBgNYIHDFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6arCoRaXBhQ/s1600-h/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017115767821765714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBgNYIHDFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6arCoRaXBhQ/s200/Picture+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uches on our upcoming Family Thanksgiving event that was to be held at her apartment in Medford. And an event is just what it turned out to be. Couldn't tell you an exact number that we had in my mom'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBfbYIHDEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/c0gsuS5r9lY/s1600-h/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s apartment but A LOT should pretty much sum it up. We sent out invitations to everyone and after all the decorating was done and the food was served, I think everyone was well feed. If you didn't get enough to eat, well then thats your own fault. It was very nice to get together with everyone again, including all the cousins. While we were in Medford we decided that now would be a good time to take a family picture for our Christmas Card this year. Thanks to photographer Florin A. Filimon, we were able to get a nice Christmas Card picture taken. If you weren't a receiver of that picture I do apologize, but here is an idea of what it looked like. Not the exact pose or anything, but I think you'll get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;December:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow already to December....let the roller coaster of events start. Lets see first things first we had our kids Christmas Program at church. As cute and fun as it was, I am so glad its over. A lot of hard work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBkpYIHDGI/AAAAAAAAABE/NIAN6Hvfle8/s1600-h/Picture+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017120646904613986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBkpYIHDGI/AAAAAAAAABE/NIAN6Hvfle8/s200/Picture+456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; goes into it, and I know it payed off in the end. But its just one more thing behind us. If I have my events right the next thing was the Adult "Special Music" service. I wouldn't call it a Christmas Concert or program because was neither of those, but maybe a church service with a few more specials, but no testimonys. The week leading up to Christmas we had many things going on with Florin's family. I may have my days a little mixed up, but none the less, heres a qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBk3oIHDHI/AAAAAAAAABM/vXsVj1jCaDY/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+06-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017120891717749874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBk3oIHDHI/AAAAAAAAABM/vXsVj1jCaDY/s200/Ice+Skating+06-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ck run down. Thursday night we had a nice dinner @ the Mocan's followed by a ginger bread making contest with the nieces and nephews. Friday night we all went Ice Skating, and had a blast! Sat. was out actual Christmas celebration at Florin's parents house. We had a white elephant gift exchange and LOTS of food (of course). Next in line was Christmas Eve, my first question is how many branch churches actually had church on Sunday Night - Christmas Eve?? We did...not real crazy about it but hey what are you to do, but go. We actually ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBlNIIHDII/AAAAAAAAABU/CpeiyE-9zrM/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017121261084937346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBlNIIHDII/AAAAAAAAABU/CpeiyE-9zrM/s200/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d a candle light service which was nice. But for some reason all I could think about was being at home with the family. Isn't that was Christmas Eve is all about? So after our candle light service, Sorin &amp;amp; Mirela had the church over for finger foods and games. Once again another late evening. Christmas morning was nice, I got to sleep in until about 10 or so. Florin came over to my apartment around 12, made a late breakfast and then we opened gifts. Pretty much relaxed all day long. Which brings us to the end of December......phew we made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this has hopefully brought me up to date with the rest of the blogging world. I do expect to see some comments from everyone. And well I guess my new years resolution would be to keep my blog more current like the rest of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-7016815245519438905?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/7016815245519438905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=7016815245519438905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7016815245519438905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/7016815245519438905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-while.html' title='Been a while??'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_po2lutLsCc8/RaBdQIIHDDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jPlXFjQDNr8/s72-c/Picture+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-115940210292510112</id><published>2006-09-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:20:02.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just pure lazy, thats all. Just haven't gotten around to posting anything in a while. The thing of it is, I had two really good posts last week and wouldn't you know I've forgotten them both. Acutally wait a minute, I think I'm starting to remember one of them. Aw yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking Lots.....DANGEROUS! When backing out of a parking spot, one would do the "normal" thing and look over their shoulder to see if there are any oncoming cars. First statement, check, done, Second thought....When driving through a parking lot and turn down an aisle to park, don't drive like your on the speedway and watch for cars backing out. Second statement, check, done. Where am I going with this you might ask?? Well I'll just cut to the chase. TWICE now as I was attempting to back out of a spot (mind you I'm almost half way out) a car has turned down the same aisle and for whatever reason NOT SEEN ME BACKING UP!!! My gut instinct tells me, well surely since I'm over half way out of my spot, they must see me right? WRONG Dead to the world, not a clue that there is someone trying to back out. So I did the polite thing and pulled back in and let them pass. Same day diff. location across town, I'm backing out of a spot and another car does the exact same thing!!! Am in the wrong here for trying to back out of a spot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion to all this, they must have been male drivers ; ) Just a thought though.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-115940210292510112?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/115940210292510112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=115940210292510112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115940210292510112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115940210292510112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-115567031567189107</id><published>2006-08-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:20:47.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men can be so rude....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so my apologies now to you guys out there (Zach, Bry, Matt &amp;amp; Chris) as you read my Blog. I know that none of you (at least I would hope not) would do something like this, so please bear with me as I vent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me set the scene for you. So yesterday I went to put gas in my car on my lunch break…side note....I was already running on EMPTY and time was precious as I was on my lunch break….back to my story, so I get to the gas station and of course every row is completely full. I do what any other normal person would do when there is a line, I wait. Well apparently when you drive a truck that is bigger than your house, you OWN the gas station and any empty spot that might become available, regardless if there is already someone waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just what happened to me, I started to pull forward into the spot I was waiting for and in from the side entrance comes this HUGE-LOUD-OBNOXIOUS-truck. He floors it and pulls into the spot that I am almost in. So then I’m thinking alright fine, I’ll pull into the spot that is available behind you, WRONG AGAIN…in pulls his buddy in another LARGER than LIFE truck and takes that spot. So I know I shouldn’t have said anything, but of course to myself I’m grumbling and getting upset. I mean come on it’s not like I had extra gas to spare, and obviously they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait…again for another spot and thank the Lord one became available shortly after. Here’s the topper to my story, I go into to pay for the gas and while I’m paying I look out the window at the RUDE GUYS who had just taken both of my spots. They both sat there for a bit and then….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULLED OUT….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GETTING GAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can be so rude sometimes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-115567031567189107?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/115567031567189107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=115567031567189107' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115567031567189107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115567031567189107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/08/men-can-be-so-rude.html' title='Men can be so rude....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-115464907979547785</id><published>2006-08-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:23:21.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as I sit in this quiet peaceful library I realize that it has been WAY too long since my last post. And I like my brother have not ONE good excuse as to why it has taken me so long to post. Other than the fact that I'm completely lazy = ) I mean come on now 108 degree weather for 12 days straight (with a couple of 110-111 degree) will "knock" a person out for a good while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah another clue it had been a long time since I last posted was the fact that I tried logging in 3 diff. times and all 3 times it told me I had the wrong username and password (go figure) But needless to say all is better now, my password has been re-set and I'm good as new = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these last few days I've been coming to the library after work to get on the internet and of course check out books (cause I LOVE to read) and as I mentioned at the top of my blog..."as I sit in this quiet peaceful library"....not all my visits to the library have been exactly peaceful. Take for instance these few examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Group of teenagers have found their new "hang out for the summer" while mommy and daddy are at work.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Summer is the WRONG time to come to the library to relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Those who have a voice with ONE volume....LOUD....should be required by law to leave their voices at the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. If you don't know how to type on a computer with out reading aloud EVERYTHING your typing you should not be aloud to use the computers in a "quiet" setting. Oh and when you make a mistake please, I request PLEASE do not grunt at the top of your lungs as if you are a Pig. Hit the delete button it works every time = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So next time you feel the need to go to you Library think of my 3 reasons why NOT to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-115464907979547785?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/115464907979547785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=115464907979547785' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115464907979547785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115464907979547785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/08/library-visits.html' title='Library Visits'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-115075140866450234</id><published>2006-06-19T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:24:11.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy is on the prowl for Bryan's Princess (so watch out). What she doesn't know is that she is already down @ the local store buying Bryan some twinkies and Matthew a new book for his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where she'll be heading next = )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-115075140866450234?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/115075140866450234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=115075140866450234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115075140866450234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115075140866450234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-115026034023372377</id><published>2006-06-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:48:46.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAY TOO LONG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://file008.bebo.com/large/2006/06/12/19/537264162a1078436942b614599674l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://file008.bebo.com/large/2006/06/12/19/537264162a1078436942b614599674l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://file008.bebo.com/large/2006/06/12/19/537264162a1078436942b614599674l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;So clearly it's been way to long since I've posted a new blog on here. I nearly forgot my password to this crazy thing. Thats a sure sign that it's been too long. Hope all is going well for all you fellow bloggers. I'm sure you've all forgotten about me by now since it's been almost a month since my last post. Well not quite cause today is only the 13th = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side Note....Anyone seen this guy's bus, I think he's lost...................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To be honest I've just been all out lazy with getting on the computer and posting anything. Not sure why, but I think the reason for that is that I spend all day on the computer and then when I get home at night, I have no desire to be on it anymore. Yeah not a very good excuse I know that, but its good enough for me = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quick re-cap on the latest happenings in my world. I've recently changed job duties at work. I have just taken on the responsibility of full time receptionist. I was a little hesitant to take on this roll, as it can be rather stressful. But today being my second FULL day up there, I can say that I'm handling things pretty well. Both my manager and supervisor feel I'm doing a good job....I guess thats all that matters right? Lets see other than that, not a whole lot of things are going on down here. Florin and I are going up to Medford again this weekend for some guy's graduation. Not really sure who it is or why we're going, but we got this random invitation in the mail and thought we would go support him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So with all that said, maybe we'll see a few of you up in Medford this weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-115026034023372377?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/115026034023372377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=115026034023372377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115026034023372377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/115026034023372377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/06/way-too-long.html' title='WAY TOO LONG...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114817133238656096</id><published>2006-05-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:28:52.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Move...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never knew those two words would have such an impact on my body. I've spent the last two days helping my boss "move" our office. We have recently relocated over to the Natomas area of Sacramento (7 min. from home to be exact). In the long run this will be a plus, but in the mean time it's become very EXHAUSTING. I was asked to stay and help the movers at the new office the day of the move. Needless to say I didn't get home until 11:15 that night. But there is one beautiful word that sums up this whole thing...... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OVERTIME!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It actually wasn't all that bad, I think I was going on adrenaline most of the night, or was it the Large Dr. Pepper and 16 oz. Rockstar I drank?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114817133238656096?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114817133238656096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114817133238656096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114817133238656096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114817133238656096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/05/office-move.html' title='Office Move...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114706213960647096</id><published>2006-05-07T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:22:19.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture War...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/537264162a737905462b76114184l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/537264162a737905462b76114184l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you fellow bloggers who are also a part of Bebo...check out my picture album entitled, "West Coast Picture War" Still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to make up your own WCPW album = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114706213960647096?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114706213960647096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114706213960647096' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114706213960647096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114706213960647096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/05/picture-war.html' title='Picture War...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114594420117611324</id><published>2006-04-24T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:52:46.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_0457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;words can't really explain what I'm thinking about this picture. Well they can, but I am going to be kind and refrain from saying them (I'm sure others will do just fine at speaking what they think). My dear brother sent me some pictures from this last weekends Youth Retreat. He sent me some great shots, but I will say that I wasn't expecting this picture. When I came across it I couldn't help but LAUGH (sorry Matt). I thought I would throw it out there to the AF Blogging world and see what you guys thought.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But first to Matt....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT ON EARTH??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114594420117611324?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114594420117611324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114594420117611324' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114594420117611324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114594420117611324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/04/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114573924259372018</id><published>2006-04-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:54:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't have much to talk about or rather type about right now. I will say that things have been a tad on the crazy side at both work and church. I'm sure you all had your some what crazy Easter weekend with special practices and what not. As much as I absolutley love the Easter Season, it sure can be a crazy time. All in all though we had a great weekend here! I pray that all my fellow bloggers had a great Easter as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sadly right after Easter, Florin got sick...we think it's now turned into a sinus infection = (   Monday night I woke up feeling a little on the sick side (praying though that I wouldn't catch anything). Yeah right, show up to work Tuesday morning and my supervisor and manager are both sick with pretty much the same thing. Yeah thats all she wrote....It's now Sat. and I'm sick. I guess I was bound to get it one way or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So speaking of it being Sat. It's my famous cleaning day....not that I don't clean through out the week, but Sat. is usually the "BIG" cleaning day. Anyone else doing the same thing...you know the laundry, vacuuming, dusting, sweeping the kitchen &amp; bathroom etc. LOADS of fun = ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY CLEANING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114573924259372018?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114573924259372018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114573924259372018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114573924259372018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114573924259372018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-really.html' title='So I really...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114473637852223673</id><published>2006-04-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:21:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eureka Special Meetings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_2320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_2320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;were awesome. You guys all missed a great weekend...everything from the sermon's to the prayer meetings, to the fellowship with all those that were there. We had a great weekend! Pretty small crowd, but we still had a really nice time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday night Bro. Randy Baltzell preached for us, Sat. morning Bro. Seis Arechy gave the bible study. Sat. afternoon was free time, so a group of us loaded up into a van and headed down to the beach for a bit. We then went back to the Jones' for food, fellowship and fun. Following a movie we had some PIZZA! Oh yeah if you're ever looking for a conversation starter with a group of people (not that in our circle's that ever happens, but just in case), put a bowl of Jelly Belly's in the middle of the table and let them have it. You would be surprised at the discussions that come out of that one bowl of Jelly Belly's. &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_23021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_23021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_2302.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;So us girls got a little carried away with hats...Missy had a ton of them, so we had some fun trying them on and wearing them to the beach. The guys for some reason were a little embarrased of us, not sure why though? All I can say though is that we sure stayed warm, despite what the guys thought of us. I thought we looked pretty cute... &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_2302.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_2302.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/14411810-114473637852223673?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114473637852223673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114473637852223673' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114473637852223673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114473637852223673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/04/eureka-special-meetings.html' title='Eureka Special Meetings...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114394271969485715</id><published>2006-04-01T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:53:08.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/PICT0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is such a fun little city to visit. We took my mom over there on Monday to do the whole "tourist" thing. What's a trip to San Fran with out eating at Buba Gumps? GREAT SHRIMP (duh, it's called Buba Gumps for a reason) So yeah we of course ate there and had an awesome view that overlooked the bay with Alcatraz out in the middle. I highly recomend you go there if you've never eaten at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went over to the Golden Gate bridge and did a little sight seeing. The tole for that bridge though has gone up to $5, so be prepared to pay if you're gonna cross it. We totally lucked out....3 people in the car...guess what that means? Car pool....3 or more people and you cross for FREE! See people it pays to car pool...saved $5 that day = ) With all that said we got some great shots of the bridge and city from the other side of the bridge. Another thing I would recomend you do if you're in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food For Thought:&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go to the bay area when its prime raining season...where closed toed shoes and not flip flops like I did. I wound up at Payless Shoe Store getting a cheep pair of tennies, to which I now love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114394271969485715?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114394271969485715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114394271969485715' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114394271969485715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114394271969485715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/04/san-fran.html' title='San Fran...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114367874382450830</id><published>2006-03-29T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:32:23.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jayberly"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wedding that we never made it to. So as most of you know by now, Florin and I never made it for the "Jayberly" wedding = ( We got stuck in traffic, due to an accident that shut the 5 down in Eugene. It took us 3 hours to get from Eugene to Portland....YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we were there for the reception, which was very nice and got to see them off in the sporty little vet'. I'm sure the others bloggers that were there could fill us in on the first half of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though, that there was this ADORABLE girl there, not sure who's child she is though....Anyone recognize her......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114367874382450830?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114367874382450830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114367874382450830' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114367874382450830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114367874382450830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/jayberly.html' title='&quot;Jayberly&quot;...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114318319124257747</id><published>2006-03-23T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:53:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:45.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;and it is our teams week to clean the church. Which wouldn't normally be such a bad thing, if it weren't 10:45 PM on the night before you are getting ready to leave for a trip!!!! So I guess you could say maybe that we forgot....well not really we planned on cleaning tonight, but I think it kind of slipped our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;So hear I sit at 10:45 trying to get a hold of Florin to remind of this blessed thing, but of course can't seem to get through to him on his phone as he probably has his music turned up so loud that the neighbors are also listening. Guess I won't be going to bed any time soon....after all who needs sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm just gonna stay on line and Chat with Zach and Mandy until it's time to leave for the church. Hope you guys are ready for a long evening, cause thats what its gonna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Until next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114318319124257747?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114318319124257747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114318319124257747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114318319124257747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114318319124257747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/1045.html' title='10:45.....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114317610159476887</id><published>2006-03-23T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:55:01.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee...</title><content type='html'>Anyone like to bring me a fresh cup of....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_1239.0.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114317610159476887?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114317610159476887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114317610159476887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114317610159476887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114317610159476887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/coffee.html' title='Coffee...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114317573403274879</id><published>2006-03-23T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:48:54.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I officially DISLIKE!! I'm sitting here right now attempting to pack for the weekend, and I'm struggling....BIG TIME. Not that I don't have any clothes to pack, its just a matter of WHAT to bring. So my thought is this....forget trying to plan out what to wear each day, just pack enough clothes and then some to last you your entire trip. As well as a purse to match all outfits = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So far it seems to be working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114317573403274879?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114317573403274879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114317573403274879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114317573403274879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114317573403274879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/packing.html' title='Packing...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114306082892766775</id><published>2006-03-22T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:12:09.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up north...kind of. So this weekend is Jay &amp; Kimberly's wedding, or is Kimberly &amp;amp; Jay's wedding? I've seen a few things that say Kimberly &amp;amp; Jay, but I always thought you said the guys name first? Or does it depend on the couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clearification please......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok so thats not really what I was going to post about, I was actually going to see how many of you fine Bloggers were heading to Portland for this blessed event? Florin and I will be going up to Medford on Friday and staying there for the weekend, only going to Portland for the wedding and then back to Medford. Who wants to stay in Portland longer than needed, when its not Camp Meeting? I'd be happy to stay in good ol' Medford OR. = ) So that brings me to my next question. For those going from Medford (that is if you are going), will you be staying all weekend in Portland, or going back to Medford? Just curious who all will be in town Sat. Night as well as Sunday. Be fun to hang out.....go to DQ.....watch movies.....play games.....etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114306082892766775?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114306082892766775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114306082892766775' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114306082892766775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114306082892766775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/heading.html' title='Heading...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114291247606957120</id><published>2006-03-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:44:30.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Absoultley nothing....I have nothing to comment about at this point in time. Mandy told me to just get on here and ramble, thats what she did. So I think thats what I'm going to do. Thanks for the advice Mandy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I was just going through my pictures from Christmas and came across some video that I took of my Grandma playing Christmas Carol's on her Organ at her apartment on Christmas Morning. Brought back a lot of awesome memories as a kid staying at their house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't think of anything else to write...we had a freak thunder storm here today. I got off work and to my surprise it was all Sunny and nice (it had been raining pretty good earlier in the day), went to the store to return something, came out and sky was all dark. So it didn't just rain (as I would have been just fine with that), it decided to hail as well. Not cool when your trying to drive in rush hour traffic, and merge onto the freeway. Needless to say I got to where I was going safely and in one piece, SCARED....YES.... glad to hand over the car keys to Florin OH YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok Mandy so I've been sitting here for a while thinking of all the things I could say, and I'm afraid I've run out of things to say again, so I better stop here and hope that someone posts a comment or two on my blog = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HINT.....HINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114291247606957120?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114291247606957120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114291247606957120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114291247606957120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114291247606957120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/nothing.html' title='Nothing...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114193789246057024</id><published>2006-03-09T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:58:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has decided to give us all nick names. If you've not yet seen your's let me fill you in. I happen to be "perusing" Matt's blog today and came across the section that says "Blogs I Peruse". So I thought I would check it out and see who else he has. To my surprise I found these listings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mr. Mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mr. Annoying Lil' Brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Marian Libraian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mono Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Twig Boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fake A Bake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Doorbell Freak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Direct Question Girl" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I for the most part was able to guess who each one was, although I was rather shocked when I saw which one was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FAKE A BAKE!!!!! I can see how the others match up VERY well (No names mentioned), but mine? Where did you come up with that one Mr. Butt's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allow me to fill you in, if for some reason you don't know who you are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mouth&lt;/strong&gt;  -  Our very own Bryan Hinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Annoying Lil' Brother&lt;/strong&gt; - The one and only Chris Luka (I'm sure Zach would fit in this category if it were me typing this up.....love ya Zach = ) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marian Librarian &lt;/strong&gt;- L.A.'s own Linda Eaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mono Girl&lt;/strong&gt; - None other than Mindy Meeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twig Boy &lt;/strong&gt;- My "LITTLE" brother Zach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake A Bake &lt;/strong&gt;- I guess thats me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doorbell Freak &lt;/strong&gt;- Seattle's Best Melina Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direct Question Girl&lt;/strong&gt; - Medford's Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So in honor of our dear friend Matt, why don't we brain storm some ideas for his Nick Name = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114193789246057024?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114193789246057024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114193789246057024' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114193789246057024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114193789246057024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-butts.html' title='Mr. Butts'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114177469855011770</id><published>2006-03-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:58:52.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and can't think of anything to write, so I'm going to just let my mind wonder a bit and see where it takes me.....Who knows it could be unfamiliar territory for my brain = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you ever go to work and wonder how some people get the job they have? I've been wondering that for the past month or so, but today I REALLY questioned it. And to my amazement I still don't have an answer for myself. Probably never will for that matter. Things that are so black and white with no room for grey (a little DC Talk for those who caught that).... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How and why on earth do people get away with things day in and day out??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114177469855011770?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114177469855011770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114177469855011770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114177469855011770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114177469855011770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114059249487704178</id><published>2006-02-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:45:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Picture....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/sna%20pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/sna%20pepsi.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It speaks so much volume....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nice work Shalee = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shhh don't tell your dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114059249487704178?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114059249487704178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114059249487704178' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114059249487704178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114059249487704178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I Love This Picture....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-114059224146869062</id><published>2006-02-21T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:10:41.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;in Richmond for Special Meetings were good....very exhausting, but good. I actually wasn't there for all the meetings as Florin and I drove back and forth from Sac. to Richmond for the Friday, Saturday and Sunday night services. Saturday night was acutally a little concert with groups from different branch churches. Lets see her Richmond, Sacramento &amp; LA were represented..... But I think we're missing a few churches in there....&lt;strong&gt;MEDFORD, TACOMA, SEATTLE&lt;/strong&gt;...just to name a few = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;We had a nice time visiting with the Shelly &amp; Juan. For those who don't know who that is, that would be Matt and Chris' very smart and wise sister, after all she had to put up with them all her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-114059224146869062?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/114059224146869062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=114059224146869062' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114059224146869062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/114059224146869062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113996161005474118</id><published>2006-02-14T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:00:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So even if you would rather forget that this day even exsists, consider your friend Stacy wishing you a Happy Valentines Day to spend with your Lovd Ones!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113996161005474118?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113996161005474118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113996161005474118' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113996161005474118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113996161005474118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113960704508991421</id><published>2006-02-10T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:30:45.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;here in Sacramento! The weather is well can we say PERFECT!! Something tells me though that its not going to last much longer. If I'm not mistaken the ground hog saw his shadow...doesn't that mean 6 more weeks of winter? Sure doesn't look or feel like that here = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can I just throw something out there completley opposite of where I was actually going with this post?? And I know I will have some great feadback on this (Melina...your a girl...please don't let me down. I know the guys are going to attack this one)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WEARING MAKEUP @ CHURCH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do I need to say anymore other than the fact that this REALLY bothers me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feedback would be great....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113960704508991421?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113960704508991421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113960704508991421' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113960704508991421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113960704508991421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/02/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113807216520224483</id><published>2006-01-23T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:13:17.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great McDonalds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_2005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_2005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;advertisement! He was so good just sitting there eating his French fries all by himself, as if nothing else in the world mattered to him.... Then along came Ethan around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can all pretty much finish this little story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113807216520224483?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113807216520224483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113807216520224483' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113807216520224483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113807216520224483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-mcdonalds.html' title='Great McDonalds...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113763631658999040</id><published>2006-01-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:05:16.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who watched...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;American Idol last night I just have one thing to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I Shot the Sheriff, but I didn't Shoot the Deputy...I shot the Sheriff, but I didn't Shoot the Deputy...I Shot the Sheriff, but I didn't shoot the Deputy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you missed last nights show its on again tonight at 8PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113763631658999040?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113763631658999040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113763631658999040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113763631658999040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113763631658999040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-those-who-watched.html' title='For those who watched...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113668651354659113</id><published>2006-01-07T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:20:14.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so things were a little busy for a while there and I didn't see a light at the end of the tunnel. But I think I have finally found a small light that is starting to shine. So with that said, back to blogging I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yet again Melina has come through for me and informed me of my lack of Blogging. I realize that we have now gone through Christmas and New Years and my last post is dated from Nov. 26, 2005. Yeah a lot has happened and I'm really not going to go into any great lengths to explain it all. I had a great Christmas back in Medford and New Years well......I will say this, we didn't have a Watch Night Service this year. Instead they decided to have a little gathering on Sunday night (after the New Year). Hmm.....just not the same. Whats New Year's without a Watch Night service? I don't know call me old fashioned and "traditional" but I really missed having a Watch Night Service this year. Am I the only one who enjoys these gatherings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113668651354659113?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113668651354659113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113668651354659113' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113668651354659113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113668651354659113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title='Ok...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113299756407268336</id><published>2005-11-26T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T01:32:44.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've done it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;again, I've waited almost a month to post something new. Sorry guys, things have been a little busy at work and when I get home at night I just want to crash and do nothing. Which would also mean, not getting on the computer and posting anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But since it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_1727.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the day after Thanksgiving, I decided now would probably be a good time to get on here and wish all my fellow bloggers a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I pray that you all had a wonderful day with your families and friends. Speaking of....how was everyone's Turkey Day? Where did everyone spend their Thanksgiving? I myself spent it here in Sacramento, with Florin's family. Had a very nice time a TON of food, did I mention the fact that we had a TON of food? We had a really nice time of fellowship with everyone then some of us young at heart watched Madagascar (sorry if I spelled that wrong). Then after that we played a couple rounds of Dominos, to which I lost both games. So over all I would say that a FUN day was had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now its onto Christmas....I can't wait....because you see this year I'm going home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Luke%202%2010-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/Luke%202%2010-11.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas! Had the choice this year of either doing Thanksgiving or Christmas at home, and we chose Christmas (That would have been my first choice anyway) So Florin and I will be heading up to Medford Thursday evening and spending Christmas with my mom. I have already started my countdown to the departure/arrival date to Medford....27 days! Less than a month my friends, I can hardly wait.....what is everyone else doing for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I assume now that Thanksgiving is over all you anti-pre-thanksgiving Christmas music weirdo's have finally pulled out your Christmas Music and are enjoying it to the fullest. Is this not the best time of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113299756407268336?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113299756407268336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113299756407268336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113299756407268336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113299756407268336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-ive-done-it.html' title='So I&apos;ve done it....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-113124019301617464</id><published>2005-11-05T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:23:13.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've been....</title><content type='html'>informed by my dear friend Melina that it has been over 2 months since I've posted on my sight here. So sorry for the delay in posting a current blog. Although it is nice to know that at least one person was still visiting my sight, regardless of the old post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so if you're ever wondering weather or not you should try dying your hair on your own, when its currently light brown/blonde, and you wanna go dark. DON'T DO IT!! Learn from my experiance....My hair was just that, blonde and I thought I would dye it dark brown with no problems. WRONG My hair turned a very nasty RED color, it didn't exactly take how we thought it would. Needless to say you could find me down at a hair salon the next day getting it re-done PROFESSIONALLY! So next time you want to go lighter or darker without seeking proffesional help, I would think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is this not thee most beautiful time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-113124019301617464?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/113124019301617464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=113124019301617464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113124019301617464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/113124019301617464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-ive-been.html' title='So I&apos;ve been....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112692079870248496</id><published>2005-09-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:35:17.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are a huge pain in my side at this current time. Well let me rephrase that, a certain group of kids in my apartment complex are a real pain in my side. There that sounds better, now I can explain the reasoning behind this statement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got home from church the other night (I had car pooled w/ Florin, imagine that = ) ) and to my surprise saw something on the hood of my car? So I casually walked over to see what it was and one of the blessed children in this apartment complex decided he needed to write his name on the hood of my car with either a stick/rock/or key...Oh but then realized that it didn't look good after writing it once so he &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scratched&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it out and re-wrote it, but then realized that he didn't like that one either and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scratched&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it out as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've always been a big fan of kids, but this has made me a very un-happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What are parents teaching their kids these days? Or teachers for that matter, to go home and practice writing their names on the hood of other people's cars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need I say more?? I don't think so...the picture below should tell the rest of the story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/Hood.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112692079870248496?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112692079870248496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112692079870248496' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112692079870248496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112692079870248496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/09/kids.html' title='Kids...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112616049641719297</id><published>2005-09-07T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T15:05:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this year was spent down in Woodlake, CA. For those of you who don't know where this wonderful little town is, it's located in the middle of a bunch of Orange Orchards south of Sacramento. If you don't know where Sacramento is, well then get a map and find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So we spent Sat. at Pismo Beach, which was an absolute blast! The weather couldn't have been any better, COLD!! So while we were there we went to this really cool restaurant called McLintock's. One of the "fun features" of this restaurant is for the waiters to place your water glass on your head, from there stand on a chair, blindfolded and pour the water, hopefully making into the glass. I was originally going to do, but then I think my dear brother felt bad for me and decided he would do it, since he didn't really have the hair to mess up. As you can probably see by Zach's expression, he did miss the cup a couple of times, but for the most part he got all the water in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So needless to say, Zach walked out of there a little on the chilly side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So if ever your down in Southern California (San Louis Bispo area) @ Pismo Beach, go check out McLintocks and ask them to do the "Water Trick" for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112616049641719297?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112616049641719297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112616049641719297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112616049641719297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112616049641719297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day-weekend_07.html' title='Labor Day Weekend...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112475593572714186</id><published>2005-08-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:13:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHP Officers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Jake%20&amp;%20Austin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/Jake%20%26%20Austin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Jake%20&amp;amp;%20Austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;on duty. Please be advised that the AFC in Sacramento, CA. has their very own CHP officers on duty at all times. In case of an emergancy please contact 1-800-KASPER. They are here to protect our local congregation. Weather it be by helping a frog get down a drainage pipe or helping out a group of young kids fighting over a kick ball, our local officers are always ready and willing to "step up to the plate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Officer Austin and Officer Jake for keeping our church a safe place, job well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112475593572714186?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112475593572714186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112475593572714186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112475593572714186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112475593572714186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/08/chp-officers.html' title='CHP Officers...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112416148667151359</id><published>2005-08-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:06:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has become my new topic of intrest. For the guys out there that do their own laundry and their mothers no longer do it for them, I would like to know how it is you "seperate" them and wash them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darks vs. lights / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hot vs. cold&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls I would like to hear from you as well...this isn't just for the guys. It just seems as if there is some disagreements as to how all this should be done. Who knows maybe I've been doing it wrong all my life. What do I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bottom line...is there a wrong or a right way, because apperantly there might be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please advise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112416148667151359?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112416148667151359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112416148667151359' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112416148667151359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112416148667151359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/08/laundry.html' title='Laundry...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112365242615151201</id><published>2005-08-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:40:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp 2005...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Mt.%20Lakes%20Bible%20Camp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/Mt.%20Lakes%20Bible%20Camp1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;has officially come to a crashing hult. Well not really a crashing hult, but there were for sure some "bumps" and "crashes" along the way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Two boys getting ducktaped to a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- A broken window within 2 hours of being at the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- A Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- A boy getting "attacked" by a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Shaving Cream in a campers bag with the zipper then super glued shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The list seems to go on and on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New this year (at least for me) was a trap set and electric guitars. Seamed to be a welcome thing among the campers as well as staff members. Although I will say that I did miss all the Sunday School Songs that we used to sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What happened to our Sunday School/Youth Camp Songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112365242615151201?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112365242615151201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112365242615151201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112365242615151201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112365242615151201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/08/youth-camp-2005.html' title='Youth Camp 2005...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112261417033335302</id><published>2005-07-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:16:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/IMG_0431.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;with a few knuckleheads was fun as always. Didn't have as big of a turn out as we thought we might have, but none the less we still had a good time. A few of us got together over at Round Table Pizza for dinner. The kids were wild as ever, but thankfully we were able to get a back room where the kids could run WILD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why is that when the guys get together they never take the kids with them, but when the girls get together the girls always have to? I've always wondered that, and maybe some day I'll have that answer. Just doesn't seem very fair to me... Shouldn't the girls get their time alone together as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So yeah we had a good time, kids and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112261417033335302?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112261417033335302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112261417033335302' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112261417033335302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112261417033335302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112242680448036797</id><published>2005-07-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:44:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/The%20Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/The%20Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;has not quit started yet...6:30 to be exact. All the guys are getting together down at the church, for what I'm sure will be a very sweaty and stinky time of basketball and ping pong, where as the girls are getting together for Pizza where I'm sure you'll find us all chit- chatting about the latest and greatest deals we got down at the GAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok so it's 6:10 and I should probably be getting ready to go since I have to be there at 6:30. I'll report back later on, on all the happenings of tonights events. Although I won't be able to speak for the guys (that means the few of you guys that do read this, will need to fill us in on what went down at the Guys Night Out) I will be reporting on the Girls Night Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112242680448036797?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112242680448036797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112242680448036797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112242680448036797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112242680448036797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112200717080979808</id><published>2005-07-21T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T18:58:11.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Company...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;picnic was today, and I must say that people sure do act like "idiots" when they get away from the office. I came to that conclusion about 5 min. into our picnic. Lets just say that a few of my co-workers are a little on the WILD side...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now being on the Party Committee and trying to plan this means a lot of pressure. Trying to please an office of 55 people (majority women) is well...HARD. But after sitting back for about 10 min. and watching everyone interact with each other as well as participate in the games, made me feel a lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Over all I feel that our Company Picnic was a hit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112200717080979808?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112200717080979808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112200717080979808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112200717080979808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112200717080979808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-company.html' title='Our Company...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112181769995304418</id><published>2005-07-19T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:07:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Artwork...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/05718215435_pearcy-painting-185%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that is currently posted in a state office here in Sacramento is raising a few eyebrows. The name of the art work is "T'anks to Mr. Bush" The same gentlemen who painted this painting recently had a display in front of his house of a soldier mannequin hanging from a noose with anti-war, anti-Bush sentiments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Freedom of Speech?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For the full story visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news10.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.news10.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112181769995304418?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112181769995304418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112181769995304418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112181769995304418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112181769995304418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/political-artwork.html' title='Political Artwork...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112165005670760838</id><published>2005-07-17T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:27:36.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2005 is just around the corner. This year I will be attending my home church's Youth Camp (Medford, OR.) I am really excited to go back to my old stomping grounds. Many memories were made for me at Mt. Lakes Bible Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not too sure how many of you will be attending your local youth camp or that of another branch church, but I thought I would take a moment and ask those who visit my blogg to comment on their most memorable time at Youth Camp. Weather it be funny or serious, lets share our memories of Youth Camp w/ each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112165005670760838?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112165005670760838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112165005670760838' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112165005670760838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112165005670760838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/youth-camp.html' title='Youth Camp...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112148606026434782</id><published>2005-07-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:28:55.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;with this picture...I guess this is what could happen if you stay out in the 100 degree weather for too long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/NiceTan1.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112148606026434782?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112148606026434782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112148606026434782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112148606026434782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112148606026434782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-wrong.html' title='What is Wrong...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112148085509656544</id><published>2005-07-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:36:44.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>107...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/IMG_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/320/IMG_0471.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;degrees is a little, shall we say...EXTREME. For the past week we have had tripple digit weather and slowly rising. First we started out around 101-102, now today we've reached 106. As I type my blog the current time is 7:20 PM and the current temperature you might ask is 104. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I've been spending my eveninings out at the pool trying to stay cool. Pretty sad though when you get out and you don't have to towel dry, you just dry within a couple min. In looking at the extended forcast I don't see any sign of cooling down. Actually I take that back I think I did see 101 in there a couple times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone wanna go to Alaska w/ me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112148085509656544?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112148085509656544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112148085509656544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112148085509656544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112148085509656544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/107.html' title='107...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112123038325428404</id><published>2005-07-12T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:21:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach to the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/Me%20%26%20Zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;RESCUE!! So I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing when I was setting up my blogspot...and I messed things up BIG TIME. So my little bro. Zach and I have been on the phone for the last 15 min. or so trying to figure out what it was that I did to mess things up. And wouldn't you know it he helped me out....AGAIN...All I know is he helped me out and now all is well on my site...for now. If your not sure who my faboulous brother is heres a pict. of the two of us from a couple weeks ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112123038325428404?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112123038325428404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112123038325428404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112123038325428404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112123038325428404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/zach-to.html' title='Zach to the...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112121382507928629</id><published>2005-07-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:20:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Camp Meeting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;behind us, which means now we reflect back on all the memories from Camp Meeting 2005! We arrived back home last night at 6:30, thankfully we didn't drive straight through like we did last year. We were smart this year and stoped in Medford Sunday night. For those who don't know where Medford is, its basically half way between Portland and Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As normal, I'm EXHAUSTED, there's laundry EVERYWHERE, and I've gotten ZERO sleep over the past week. But I can say that it was well worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/1600/Krystal-Stacy%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2484/1303/200/Krystal-Stacy%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So heres a picture of my "roomie" during the week of camp. We've shared a cabin together for quite some time now. There used to be 6 of us girls that shared two cabins right next to each other, but now that those other girls have gotten married or moved away, it's just Krystal and I. Oh but have no fear, we don't need 4 more girls to still have fun, just ask a couple of the guards = ) No really we do have a good time together, and "never" cause any trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now that I'm back at home, its time to un-pack and do laundry. All this just in time to re-pack and head up to Medford for their yearly youth camp @ Mt. Lakes Bible Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14411810-112121382507928629?l=srmiles81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/feeds/112121382507928629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14411810&amp;postID=112121382507928629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112121382507928629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14411810/posts/default/112121382507928629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srmiles81.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-camp-meeting.html' title='Another Camp Meeting...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888461240431984748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411810.post-112114920726385968</id><published>2005-07-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:18:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just a test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;to see if my new blogging skills work or not. 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