<?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-4823406088285196942</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:25:22.222-08:00</updated><category term='sob'/><category term='moments'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Yum'/><category term='vampire cupcakes'/><category term='4'/><category term='slipcovers'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Cinema School'/><category term='salon stories'/><category term='elections'/><category term='hash'/><category term='donate'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='Commercial'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='apprehension'/><category term='home'/><category term='The find'/><category term='scars'/><category term='action'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Air brush and Avante Garde.Music Video'/><category term='Zach&apos;s birthday'/><category term='family'/><category term='tasty'/><category term='Sibling rivalry'/><category term='license'/><category term='wish'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='and'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='Melting pot'/><category term='Hearts'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='First haircut'/><category term='burns'/><category term='hairdresser'/><category term='frosting'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday cake'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='old age'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='gingerbread houses'/><category term='bruises'/><category term='I Know'/><category term='faith'/><category term='interesting facts'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='banana'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='Chocolate chip cookies'/><category term='subscription'/><category term='I finally did it'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='Love'/><category term='3:00a.m.'/><category term='about me'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='reconnected'/><category term='Special Effects'/><category term='detail'/><category term='IMATS'/><category term='The search'/><category term='candy corn sugar cookies'/><category term='reupholster'/><category term='Collegelife'/><category term='Lost tooth'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Down Syndrome'/><category term='wounds'/><category term='Shocking'/><category term='16'/><category term='facial hair'/><category term='a little spice'/><category term='mothers love'/><category term='ready for a change'/><category term='hope'/><category term='sad story'/><category term='Innocence'/><category term='Week 3'/><category term='history of make-up'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='response'/><category term='nutella peanut butter'/><category term='feed back'/><category term='birth parents'/><category term='5. High Fashion'/><category term='fib&apos;s'/><category term='real ghost stories'/><category term='hair styles'/><category term='broken noses'/><category term='magic brownies'/><category term='cake'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='responsible'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Make-up'/><category term='school days'/><category term='Birth mom'/><category term='driver'/><category term='stage'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Am I really that old?'/><category term='Diet and Fitness'/><category term='witches broom and hat cookies'/><category term='politics'/><category term='bridal'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Sam&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='sweet face'/><category term='theater'/><category term='kindergarten stories'/><category term='pineapple'/><category term='Tonto National Forest'/><category term='television'/><category term='bald caps'/><category term='tattoo&apos;s'/><category term='I took the plunge'/><category term='Valentines cookie'/><category term='artistry'/><category term='Pet Psychic'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='do you believe?'/><category term='Do you believe in angels?'/><category term='enough already'/><category term='Life lessons....'/><category term='diva style'/><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror</title><subtitle type='html'>Beauty, Truth, and the Musings of a Hairdresser</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-679995996989300332</id><published>2010-09-18T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:55:56.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bald caps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken noses'/><title type='text'>Long time coming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;Week 8 down….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry I haven’t been posting regularly. For some reason it takes my computer forever to upload pictures. And I’m sure you guys don’t want to miss out on the pictures. That’s the best part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Week 5 was wounds and tattoo’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJapDJ3Y6SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ycIjPknhDiw/s1600/IMG_7409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJapDJ3Y6SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ycIjPknhDiw/s200/IMG_7409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518784265042061602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu9S5OPEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/OB0_AhNf9NM/s1600/_DSC5025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu9S5OPEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/OB0_AhNf9NM/s200/_DSC5025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518861130200398914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu-dnto3I/AAAAAAAAAms/yOjmJWiizpo/s1600/IMG_7768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu-dnto3I/AAAAAAAAAms/yOjmJWiizpo/s200/IMG_7768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518861150259618674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJapDzZv95I/AAAAAAAAAk8/gGuLmSOJbvc/s1600/IMG_7473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJapDzZv95I/AAAAAAAAAk8/gGuLmSOJbvc/s200/IMG_7473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518784276192032658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbyc8oIR7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/R-naxmhzGiA/s1600/IMG_7560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbyc8oIR7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/R-naxmhzGiA/s200/IMG_7560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518864972513822642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbydEIptSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ujqu29Jd4YA/s1600/IMG_7570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbydEIptSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ujqu29Jd4YA/s200/IMG_7570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518864974529279266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtSMMGdvI/AAAAAAAAAls/lZDHenhRqPw/s1600/IMG_7904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtSMMGdvI/AAAAAAAAAls/lZDHenhRqPw/s200/IMG_7904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518859290154530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsMz58fBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aQiZBvDaLK4/s1600/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsMz58fBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/aQiZBvDaLK4/s200/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858098224954386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtUC932HI/AAAAAAAAAmM/p2WpR7-2y1M/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtUC932HI/AAAAAAAAAmM/p2WpR7-2y1M/s200/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518859322038671474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtSsH_USI/AAAAAAAAAl0/N-hoc3dtmhI/s1600/IMG_7710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtSsH_USI/AAAAAAAAAl0/N-hoc3dtmhI/s200/IMG_7710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518859298727219490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, I think this class has been my favorite. I loved learning how to create all the nasty cuts, burns, bruises and diseases. I learned how to make them look real and what it takes to create them. This burn on my leg took about an hour to create. You can do different processes that take less time, but some things take patience to make them look authentic. Our teacher was fantastic. Steve Castanza, he did Napolean Dynamite. He had to leave us our last day because he just began Hell Boy. Also had a teacher Ralis Kahn, he did Marilyn Manson’s make up and videos, Slip Knot, Stuart Little, Dogma and many more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Week 6 was facial hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbybq2RFEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/neV1Z59iD50/s1600/_DSC4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbybq2RFEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/neV1Z59iD50/s200/_DSC4748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518864950561412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbycU_vcGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5mIVDOR4ubg/s1600/_DSC4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbycU_vcGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5mIVDOR4ubg/s200/_DSC4769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518864961875439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu8xthuHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gfYB3gyhudA/s1600/_DSC4885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu8xthuHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gfYB3gyhudA/s200/_DSC4885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518861121292974194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbydheKALI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D2drqDok_7M/s1600/IMG_8279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbydheKALI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D2drqDok_7M/s200/IMG_8279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518864982404104370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I loved it. It’s a messy endeavor, but didn’t seem unnatural to me. I guess working with hair all these years made it easier to learn. If any of you follow facebook, you would have seen my boys all decked out in beards. They came for a visit and wanted to try it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week- week 7- I learned about old age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsNj76BcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2Eh0tNSLmZ8/s1600/IMG_8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsNj76BcI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2Eh0tNSLmZ8/s200/IMG_8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858111118083522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtS6bw4uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H90xTViDdOU/s1600/IMG_5440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbtS6bw4uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/H90xTViDdOU/s200/IMG_5440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518859302568256226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsOy1S7WI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ju-rYuCaQro/s1600/IMG_8170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsOy1S7WI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ju-rYuCaQro/s200/IMG_8170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858132296756578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu91gLLBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pFqpDYF8sTU/s1600/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbu91gLLBI/AAAAAAAAAmk/pFqpDYF8sTU/s200/DSC03425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518861139490581522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; My teacher John Goodwin, won an Emmy for CSI, and did Men in Black,. We had to learn to make people up to be 15-60 years older than they are. That was hilarious and very fun to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Much easier to give the wrinkles then take them away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week we learned bald caps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsOGHhOTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yIijUCOS69M/s1600/IMG_8523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsOGHhOTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yIijUCOS69M/s200/IMG_8523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858120293595442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbzhq4gMVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/pQp9R44AOg4/s1600/IMG_8538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbzhq4gMVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/pQp9R44AOg4/s200/IMG_8538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518866153161634130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsN87nCsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0NvQwPTRzQc/s1600/IMG_8553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TJbsN87nCsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/0NvQwPTRzQc/s200/IMG_8553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858117827726018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to make the bubble look like my head. 2.) The beautiful Mirielle 3.)The bearded lady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We learned about techniques and types of caps to use for television and film or stage. It really isn’t very difficult, it’s just very messy to take off. If a bald cap takes two hours to apply, then it will take about one hour to remove. The worst part is the adhesive. We put it on with a medical adhesive called prosaid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I can say is YUCK! It works very well, but is a pain to get off. Plus, if you get it in the hair….. Let’s just say nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next up is how to make molds for wounds, etc… It will be the official start of my special effects courses. I will be sculpting, molding and creating transfer appliances for quicker application. Now I get down and dirty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stay tuned for much more excitement. Just in time for Halloween! 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High Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air brush and Avante Garde.Music Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 3'/><title type='text'>Finished the Beauty Course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRwpGz5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/OJ1mmjiCaUE/s1600/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRwpGz5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/OJ1mmjiCaUE/s200/IMG_1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355648179851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are air brush animals cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eated by my classmates. I did the Zebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Courtney did the Cheetah make-up on Sabrina.Waiting to hear back on the rest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to update my blog for about 2 weeks.  For some reason my computer goes into a coma when I try to upload pictures.  Not sure if it's because I have so many darn pictures from class, but I am going to attempt to do a 3 week update since I have been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to be a part of a music video shoot. I created a hairstyle for the female lead and created a "very tired and disheveled" make-up for four of the men in the cast. It was fun to see the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrqxqbtQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EupdhE9GDfw/s1600/IMG_6698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrqxqbtQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EupdhE9GDfw/s200/IMG_6698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508513308113351938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On set of the music video. Thanks Red Light Distric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrapped my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt; commercial. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; on contraceptives that will be aired nationwide. Don't know when or in what markets, but it was an amazing experience. I LOVED it. So nice to see the teamwork involved in such a production. Can only imagine how much fun a feature film will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrs85c0tI/AAAAAAAAAj8/68W-nASt7m0/s1600/IMG_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrs85c0tI/AAAAAAAAAj8/68W-nASt7m0/s200/IMG_6959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508513345488868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrtYSxeTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6dWc5G21-HU/s1600/IMG_6987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrtYSxeTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6dWc5G21-HU/s200/IMG_6987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508513352842836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             Station set up                                         On set during shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting to shoot the independent film. The Writer/Director is very passionate about the project so I am thrilled to be a part of helping her make her dream come to life.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd week of school was Era for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and film and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcPwh75SI/AAAAAAAAAic/Le-479hB3oQ/s1600/IMG_8797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcPwh75SI/AAAAAAAAAic/Le-479hB3oQ/s200/IMG_8797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355613790037282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcQggUbvI/AAAAAAAAAik/uxPEAAcBpEw/s1600/IMG_8908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcQggUbvI/AAAAAAAAAik/uxPEAAcBpEw/s200/IMG_8908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355626668158706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRJSHmbI/AAAAAAAAAis/PWBhZ5C3XjI/s1600/IMG_8518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRJSHmbI/AAAAAAAAAis/PWBhZ5C3XjI/s200/IMG_8518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355637614451122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRphMBhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4gyW6cR6LpM/s1600/IMG_9212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRphMBhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4gyW6cR6LpM/s200/IMG_9212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508355646267590162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1920's                                                                       1930's                                                                                                                1940's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun to learn. We were able to create make-up that would be used on the runway and for editorial purposes. Crazy styles and looks that you would never wear in public. I have signed up to work LA fashion week in October, so stay tuned for some backstage shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth week was airbrushing. I enjoyed this class the most so far.  It was only a week, but I would have loved to have a month. My teacher is amazing. I could watch her create all day. I now have an airbrush gun and compressor. So watch out boys, your mama needs to practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwPODXU0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/0cjSVT1V0Dc/s1600/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwPODXU0I/AAAAAAAAAjE/0cjSVT1V0Dc/s200/IMG_1667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377594767561538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwRXlJ8DI/AAAAAAAAAjU/npvj-fRskD4/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwRXlJ8DI/AAAAAAAAAjU/npvj-fRskD4/s200/IMG_2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377631684948018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THJ-M3HRAbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ic1zy0EM4d4/s1600/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THJ-M3HRAbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ic1zy0EM4d4/s200/IMG_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508604053645492658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwSOuq2mI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rgLvMSuG56k/s1600/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwSOuq2mI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rgLvMSuG56k/s200/IMG_3221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377646488803938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwRvkadBI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ePdp1h-8Aak/s1600/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGwRvkadBI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ePdp1h-8Aak/s200/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508377638124286994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrriR-_iI/AAAAAAAAAj0/bsiKDqpLiEo/s1600/IMG_3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIrriR-_iI/AAAAAAAAAj0/bsiKDqpLiEo/s200/IMG_3322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508513321164144162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw9oCGtOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s8rIHmTOYnU/s1600/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw9oCGtOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s8rIHmTOYnU/s200/DSC04083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519129503937762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; of my projects. The leaves are my air brush final. The Zombie is airbrush. She is half Zombie and half beauty. The Rock Star and Candy Mouth and Bird Nest are High Fashion/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Avante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Garde&lt;/span&gt;. The two of me were done by Gilbert. He is an amazing sculptor and artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth week was in hairstyling. I didn't have to take this class. Thank Goodness! They allowed me to be a TA(teachers assistant). So I was able to help my classmates learn how to create the styles from the 1900's to present. I really enjoy creating styles from the other eras. Not something I get to do everyday, so that's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw-CApujI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9TSLCrN2QJ8/s1600/IMG_7110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw-CApujI/AAAAAAAAAkU/9TSLCrN2QJ8/s200/IMG_7110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519136477166130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw-psXjOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oKxfGz8hRXI/s1600/IMG_7148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THIw-psXjOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oKxfGz8hRXI/s200/IMG_7148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508519147129507042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my beauty final Photo Shoot. We had to create a classic make-up and high fashion sketch. We didn't have any idea what our model would look like until the day of the shoot. That's not stressful at all..... I was blessed. My model was beautiful. Easy Breezy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I get to begin character make-up. We get to learn bald caps, chins, noses, and wounds. It will be nice to get into the special effects part of the curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few answers to the questions I am getting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss my boys terribly. I am so thankful for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;. Seeing them on video has helped make the absence bearable.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be coming home.  I love what I'm learning, but my family is in AZ. I am so grateful for Melissa. Having her help me with my business has been a Godsend. She has kept me informed on all the comings and goings at the salon. I miss seeing all my clients/friends. You all had become such a constant part of my life and I do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being so supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a ball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-3710629229088467029?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3710629229088467029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3710629229088467029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3710629229088467029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3710629229088467029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/08/finished-beauty-course.html' title='Finished the Beauty Course!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/THGcRwpGz5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/OJ1mmjiCaUE/s72-c/IMG_1425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5426605865546753765</id><published>2010-07-25T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:33:13.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history of make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Max Factor, The Hollywood History Museum and Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztJNOsYzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/X-FlnyrY6Mo/s1600/IMG_6085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztJNOsYzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/X-FlnyrY6Mo/s200/IMG_6085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498029987538428722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztKs0APZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IX0rTjACuI/s1600/IMG_6230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztKs0APZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6IX0rTjACuI/s200/IMG_6230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498030013196287378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztKHz00_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/S1h5RLOvGkM/s1600/IMG_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztKHz00_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/S1h5RLOvGkM/s200/IMG_6130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498030003263427570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week has past and it was Great.  I learned about bridal, theater, stage, and HD make-up. The theater and stage make-up is put on much darker/stronger and needs to be seen from far away. It's a little harder to create this style, because up close it seems way too "loud". We aren't use to seeing everyone with this "clown" look on a daily basis, so when you are creating these looks, you have to look through a distorted lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my homework is to go to museums, see art work and watch movies! Awww... Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Hollywood History museum. It had costumes and personal affects from many movies and actors/actress's. It also had a whole floor dedicated to the history of make-up. Max Factor made the first professional movie and television make-up. He also specialized in human hair wigs.&lt;br /&gt;By the 1920's he was a world renowned make-up manufacturer, promising that his make-up could make you look like a movie star.&lt;br /&gt;On the walls of the museum are head shots of actors and actresses from every era. It was a very interesting look at the history of make-up for professional and personal use. Here are a few of my models:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztIqkypgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/c6CJIYvk4hU/s1600/IMG_5989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztIqkypgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/c6CJIYvk4hU/s200/IMG_5989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498029978235872770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqTRmYJJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/73jNJpmg8kA/s1600/IMG_5956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqTRmYJJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/73jNJpmg8kA/s200/IMG_5956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026861975315602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqSfBs-EI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Cu65sPoKN9E/s1600/IMG_5067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqSfBs-EI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Cu65sPoKN9E/s200/IMG_5067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026848399718466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqS1zt32I/AAAAAAAAAhM/KlbtHcKqtwU/s1600/IMG_5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqS1zt32I/AAAAAAAAAhM/KlbtHcKqtwU/s200/IMG_5874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026854515072866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqUlknXRI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nDdcjoS-dj4/s1600/IMG_5975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEzqUlknXRI/AAAAAAAAAhk/nDdcjoS-dj4/s200/IMG_5975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498026884516502802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I learn 1800-1900, 1920-30, 1940-50, 1960-1970 and I take my first final!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with more pictures....&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are doing well. Would be great to hear what I've missed since I've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-5426605865546753765?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5426605865546753765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5426605865546753765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5426605865546753765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5426605865546753765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Max Factor, The Hollywood History Museum and Week 2'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEztJNOsYzI/AAAAAAAAAh0/X-FlnyrY6Mo/s72-c/IMG_6085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2620376517133992246</id><published>2010-07-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:26:09.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week down...</title><content type='html'>I have to begin by saying that the first week of school was amazing. I have already learned so much. There is homework every night and it makes for a very long day. I have to do lot's of research and create all kinds of sketches and story boards. There is a lot of color theory, skin care and of course, make-up. We did classic make-up, beauty make-up and Glamor (smokey eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvq6fkj8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/gHDakPGRamQ/s1600/IMG_5816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvq6fkj8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/gHDakPGRamQ/s200/IMG_5816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495851334578245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvsC7Z9fI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gFa39FHoSD8/s1600/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvsC7Z9fI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gFa39FHoSD8/s200/IMG_3802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495851354022344178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvrgI8vZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rVR5gDfjpEs/s1600/IMG_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvrgI8vZI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rVR5gDfjpEs/s200/IMG_3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495851344683908498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvspWsIxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cN9gqHbc4Og/s1600/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvspWsIxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cN9gqHbc4Og/s200/IMG_5855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495851364337328914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvtGR74oI/AAAAAAAAAgk/W9yRVwrvyP4/s1600/IMG_5874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvtGR74oI/AAAAAAAAAgk/W9yRVwrvyP4/s200/IMG_5874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495851372102017666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUxl5o4ynI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zTyPMOoi-uE/s1600/IMG_5882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUxl5o4ynI/AAAAAAAAAg8/zTyPMOoi-uE/s200/IMG_5882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495853447472794226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in case your wondering, there is a big difference. Classic is like the 40's-50's with red lips. Beauty is everyday make-up that will highlight and enhance "natural" beauty. Glamor is evening, red carpet or special event make-up. It has to be applied carefully or you could easily look like a "TRAMP".&lt;br /&gt;The make-up is very thick and I can't imagine wearing it for more than a couple hours. Ick! After graduation we can use a different brand of make-up that feels much lighter.&lt;br /&gt;(Thank Goodness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Television and Film. We get to learn about application for the different medias.&lt;br /&gt;My first teacher was French and is adorable. She works in Fashion and Photography.  I have about 27 people in my class and about half of them have already gone through special effects, so I'm getting lot's of tips and advice.&lt;br /&gt;I do love the classes. I have enjoyed the challenge and am looking forward to the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boys and Sean terribly. I knew that I would, but seeing them on Skype makes my heart sad. I wish they could all be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I will get to use my new  talents when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Where there's a will there's a way, right?!&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen weeks to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-2620376517133992246?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2620376517133992246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2620376517133992246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2620376517133992246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2620376517133992246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-week-down.html' title='One week down...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TEUvq6fkj8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/gHDakPGRamQ/s72-c/IMG_5816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-7283382176398077576</id><published>2010-07-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:14:00.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Effects'/><title type='text'>First day down...</title><content type='html'>Today I started school!&lt;br /&gt;Are you sitting down? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't even the oldest in the class&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a large class of about 27 students from around the world. I think the students from Japan are from the furthest away.  As it looks right now there are only about 10-15 of us that are continuing on to the Master program.  A lot of students come for the 4-6 week High Fashion and Make-up courses.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first model used in class today.&lt;br /&gt;We did eyebrow's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TDvHQYMmdJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/U1vqSJCqMnA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-12+at+18.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TDvHQYMmdJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/U1vqSJCqMnA/s200/Photo+on+2010-07-12+at+18.53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493203254695589010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do they look any different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never hurts to have a refresher course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned about male make-up for film and television. Guys are the easiest obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I already have homework. I will be learning the in's and out's of  color theory and finding magazine pictures of all kinds of make-up. I did learn the color portion and eyebrows in cosmetology school, but refresher courses are good.  That was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I will be re-learning some of the same things from long ago, but I'm most excited to understand the bridal, photography, and HD make-up. They also teach the basics of how the industry works and how to work the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of you that are excited about the special effects, I don't get started on that for a few weeks. I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and update frequently, but don't want to bore anyone.  Maybe I'll post a few days of classes at a time. I found out today that the First and Second place winners of the IMATS student special effects competition went to my school. Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;Look's like I picked the best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-7283382176398077576?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/7283382176398077576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=7283382176398077576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7283382176398077576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7283382176398077576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/07/frist-day-down.html' title='First day down...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TDvHQYMmdJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/U1vqSJCqMnA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-12+at+18.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-531936515685641856</id><published>2010-06-27T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:57:01.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMATS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Effects'/><title type='text'>IMATS (International Make-up Trade Show)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChAym8HYmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8hZctqsUjHs/s1600/IMG_4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChAym8HYmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8hZctqsUjHs/s200/IMG_4999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487707384141275746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I attended IMATS in Los Angeles this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many Hair shows throughout my career, but IMATS was totally different.&lt;br /&gt;The closest show that I could compare it to was the World Hair Show in Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;The student competitions were definitely a highlight.&lt;br /&gt;I can now say that I know exactly what I'm getting into. So many things to learn and so many ideas to create! Here are a few examples of all the things I saw.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDeVSFg9I/AAAAAAAAAek/E3vSbx_i58k/s1600/IMG_4956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDeVSFg9I/AAAAAAAAAek/E3vSbx_i58k/s200/IMG_4956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487710334339089362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChHocpRWPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fAeaSKoKWxw/s1600/IMG_4969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChHocpRWPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fAeaSKoKWxw/s200/IMG_4969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487714906160584946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChCuhp3U7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/phtTyEPQxz8/s1600/IMG_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChCuhp3U7I/AAAAAAAAAeU/phtTyEPQxz8/s200/IMG_4942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487709513026327474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChEEqtnR6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/WybuDbYLWrg/s1600/IMG_4985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChEEqtnR6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/WybuDbYLWrg/s200/IMG_4985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487710992926721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDF7kYj7I/AAAAAAAAAec/Mz4VTDmA5g4/s1600/IMG_4945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDF7kYj7I/AAAAAAAAAec/Mz4VTDmA5g4/s200/IMG_4945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487709915119652786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDwVv7OUI/AAAAAAAAAes/fqaitUB7qM8/s1600/IMG_4977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChDwVv7OUI/AAAAAAAAAes/fqaitUB7qM8/s200/IMG_4977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487710643701889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChEnLzQIkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ANGepZYjVtI/s1600/IMG_5047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChEnLzQIkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ANGepZYjVtI/s200/IMG_5047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487711585924293186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChFBFbrZwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fP_4DkH1vi4/s1600/IMG_5059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChFBFbrZwI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fP_4DkH1vi4/s200/IMG_5059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487712030891403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-531936515685641856?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/531936515685641856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=531936515685641856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/531936515685641856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/531936515685641856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/06/imats-international-make-up-trade-show.html' title='IMATS (International Make-up Trade Show)'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TChAym8HYmI/AAAAAAAAAeM/8hZctqsUjHs/s72-c/IMG_4999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6706457985062365118</id><published>2010-06-19T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:08:45.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBzORQvH57I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FQfn4bVb2Tw/s1600/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBzORQvH57I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FQfn4bVb2Tw/s200/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484485242176137138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came across this little tid bit while perusing through a few of my favorite blogs.&lt;br /&gt;It spoke to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was... I wish I had... I wish I could... I wish I knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever wish? What do you wish for? What happens when you wish? Not much, except that you remind yourself of the desirable things you do not have. Unless you have a magic genie in a lamp, wishing does not make anything happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, wishing often prevents us from getting our wish. "I wish I could lose weight," we think, as we scoop out another bowl full of ice cream. "I wish I could afford a new car" we think, as we waste another ten dollars on lottery tickets. To the degree that "wishing" makes our current undesirable situation more tolerable, it prevents us from taking the actions necessary to improve things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop wishing and start living. Do your dream. Make the specific plans, and take the effective actions necessary to achieve the life you desire. The next time you find yourself wishing, stop and think, "What can I do right now that will begin to make it so?" Wishing won't make it happen. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU can make it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Ralph Marston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, just try and muster up a little courage and live that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WISH!&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/4823406088285196942-6706457985062365118?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6706457985062365118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6706457985062365118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6706457985062365118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6706457985062365118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBzORQvH57I/AAAAAAAAAeE/FQfn4bVb2Tw/s72-c/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3241200130165169056</id><published>2010-06-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:52:55.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready for a change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little spice'/><title type='text'>Almost time to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBuHlmL08_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jzMLjQF5R68/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBuHlmL08_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jzMLjQF5R68/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484126051228775410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than a month and I will be a "real" student again. I am  getting so excited about the challenge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been so  long...&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I didn't admit that I'm slightly anxious  and a little nervous about all the changes that are ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't  once regretted my decision to go back to school, but as most of you  know, I'm a bit of a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been away from Sean and  the boys for more than a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;-I have never gone more than  a  week without hugging my boys....&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Skype.&lt;br /&gt;It's no where  near seeing them in person, but at least I can see that all is well.&lt;br /&gt;I  have been so busy trying to get all my loose ends tied up here in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a momentousness task getting my business squared away.   Melissa and I are very prepared. We have done everything we can to make  this transition as painless as possible. Everyone is in  very good hands. I  am getting so excited about the challenge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for being so supportive and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being patient during this brief transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If I could please ask a favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-If at any point you decide that you would rather not have Melissa fill in and you already have an appointment scheduled, please leave her a message so that she can take you off the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-3241200130165169056?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3241200130165169056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3241200130165169056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3241200130165169056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3241200130165169056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-time-to-go.html' title='Almost time to go...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TBuHlmL08_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jzMLjQF5R68/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-4149988751926647108</id><published>2010-05-31T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:34:54.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair styles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Effects'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wow, It's been almost a full year since I last updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Amazing how time has just flown by.  I must admit this last year has been an amazing ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have had many ups and downs, but finally have my feet firmly planted and&lt;br /&gt;am ready to move to my next adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOp22q61UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jSlQepSYEY4/s1600/wiltern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOp22q61UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jSlQepSYEY4/s200/wiltern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477408331666216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It seems I have much more free time these days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;boys are alm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ost grown,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I feel the need to add new skills and expand my horizons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have been behind the chair for 22 years and have loved every aspect of my job,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but now I'm finally going to pursue my dream. Ever since I was 19 years old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have wanted to create the styles you see in movies and television.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have always loved the thrill and challenge of designing and implementing a vision, an era, a "look".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I will move temporarily to California, and will attend the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cinemamakeup.com/"&gt;Cinema Makeup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cinemamakeup.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;in the historic Wiltern theater. I will study special effects, body painting, airbrush makeup, and hairstyling for fashion, film, television, and print media. After completing this course I will be a better stylist and makeup artist. I plan to continue working in the salon and in my off hours work for Arizona-based entertainment projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm very excited to have the opportunity to learn from artists behind Avatar, Alice in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOqYR97a7I/AAAAAAAAAds/ciWNesOzFI4/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-2010-20090721105726439_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOqYR97a7I/AAAAAAAAAds/ciWNesOzFI4/s200/alice-in-wonderland-2010-20090721105726439_640w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477408905929386930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wonderland, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOl-s9fZTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zIMdsMHyknw/s1600/Avatar-the-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOl-s9fZTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zIMdsMHyknw/s200/Avatar-the-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477404068452197682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am going to do my best to update the blog and let you all watch as I learn to transform and entertain. This course is very intense and I hope that this "old" mind is up for the creative and technical learning curve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If you click on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/cinemamakeupschool"&gt; Cinema &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/cinemamakeupschool"&gt;Makeup School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;, you can go to their myspace page and watch videos of what I will be learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have to say that none of this would be possible without the support of my family. My husband has been so understanding and supportive.  I will miss him and the boys while I'm away, but hope to see them every couple of weeks.  I will be living in Hollywood with Sam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He is there trying to break into the sound industry and is currently working at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.eastwest-studios.com/history"&gt;Eastwest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.eastwest-studios.com/history"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;How better to learn than in the movie capital of the World?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned, more exciting things to come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-4149988751926647108?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/4149988751926647108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=4149988751926647108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4149988751926647108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4149988751926647108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/TAOp22q61UI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jSlQepSYEY4/s72-c/wiltern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3626696206155781491</id><published>2009-06-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:19:32.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam&apos;s Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonto National Forest'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkKBilBtyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-92UEgd5C-s/s1600-h/sam+23rd++b-day+opening+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352820653684799266" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkKBilBtyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-92UEgd5C-s/s200/sam+23rd++b-day+opening+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam turned 23 on June 26th.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkHNzehQxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy3Z6_m5Ofs/s1600-h/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352817565844456210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkHNzehQxI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Wy3Z6_m5Ofs/s200/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only my second birthday to spend with Sam. It was a really nice weekend celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately Sean and Dylan were in Park City Utah working a golf tournament for Forever Young. They were missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam's dad came in to surprise him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkHESflYKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XXGMHqIUF2Q/s1600-h/IMG_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkKhOuwGEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bk7Kd64i6aw/s1600-h/sam+and+pop+23rd+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352821198112692290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkKhOuwGEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bk7Kd64i6aw/s200/sam+and+pop+23rd+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Thai food for dinner and then off to Gameworks for a little video game fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkIhsKPr1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/FGGFRAIfEa8/s1600-h/IMG_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352819006989381458" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkIhsKPr1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/FGGFRAIfEa8/s200/IMG_2362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkHZEjXdeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AA8ejwcbXrg/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352817759406749154" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkHZEjXdeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/AA8ejwcbXrg/s200/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went on an outdoor adventure to the Tonto National Forest Natural Bridge and the falls. We had a great time. We enjoyed all the beautiful scenery and the awesome hike. The weather was Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkLK7oz4cI/AAAAAAAAAag/liKGucLF1iM/s1600-h/IMG_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352821914542006722" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkLK7oz4cI/AAAAAAAAAag/liKGucLF1iM/s200/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkOphu0M7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/mrPx5CuiS-w/s1600-h/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352825738698699698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkOphu0M7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/mrPx5CuiS-w/s200/IMG_2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkO3q2megI/AAAAAAAAAbI/brMK6muvQhU/s1600-h/IMG_2655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352825981665442306" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkO3q2megI/AAAAAAAAAbI/brMK6muvQhU/s200/IMG_2655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352825120728319778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkOFjnMhyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tme0pxmyj_Q/s200/IMG_2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkNnmy3cwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FWyYeRRmZpg/s1600-h/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352824606186500866" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkNnmy3cwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FWyYeRRmZpg/s200/IMG_2522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love You!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXOO&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/4823406088285196942-3626696206155781491?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3626696206155781491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3626696206155781491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3626696206155781491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3626696206155781491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SkkKBilBtyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-92UEgd5C-s/s72-c/sam+23rd++b-day+opening+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3879446751305846176</id><published>2009-06-15T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:08:32.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melting pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ4XGsiW4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/vgLmwU44fLY/s1600-h/zach+birthday-melting+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347593945878780802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ4XGsiW4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/vgLmwU44fLY/s200/zach+birthday-melting+pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe Zach is 19 yrs old? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These babies grow up so fast. It's hard to believe they were once so little. My boys are so much bigger than I am. It is odd trying to discipline them, when they can look down their nose at you! And hugging your babies, when they have become Giants. And realizing when they need you and when they don't. A mothers love is defined by a child's necessity, or it would seem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one ever warned me of the mothers crisis of the heart. To be there when they need you, but become a voyeur when they don't. Silence isn't one of my virtues! Don't they realize we need them too?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait! That is a whole other post!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ5ANkYXEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pdJRObGPg_Q/s1600-h/Zach+and+Mom+birthday+2-melting+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594652098255938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ5ANkYXEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pdJRObGPg_Q/s200/Zach+and+Mom+birthday+2-melting+pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a delightful day just hanging out. I made Zach a yummy birthday cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347600066380865650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ97XV8oHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/T6HgEMYPJ_Q/s200/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;We went to the Melting Pot for a nice dinner and then off to the movies. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ4pAZy7QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SWmqMXJHxVc/s1600-h/dylan+fondue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347594253427207426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ4pAZy7QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/SWmqMXJHxVc/s200/dylan+fondue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ5pNZ686I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qylFY6qPhNc/s1600-h/Sam+and+Zach+birthday-+melting+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347595356429022114" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ5pNZ686I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qylFY6qPhNc/s200/Sam+and+Zach+birthday-+melting+pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ6M3_WJnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yq2zdvG8fGE/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347595969155704434" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ6M3_WJnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yq2zdvG8fGE/s200/IMG_2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my child! I love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4823406088285196942-3879446751305846176?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3879446751305846176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3879446751305846176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3879446751305846176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3879446751305846176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-zach.html' title='Happy Birthday Zach!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SjZ4XGsiW4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/vgLmwU44fLY/s72-c/zach+birthday-melting+pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5525182390294735248</id><published>2009-06-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:46:57.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you believe?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Ghosts in Bisbee Arizona?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Siyx2WyuT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/vQrRuyAm4vA/s1600-h/Fourth+Floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344842405171318690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Siyx2WyuT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/vQrRuyAm4vA/s200/Fourth+Floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost? You be the judge!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Zach and Sam on a little road trip to Bisbee,AZ.  The boys wanted to stay in the famous "Haunted Hotel". So off we went on a little summer excursion.  On the way we stopped at Tombstone and saw the "haunted" Bird Cage theatre. Then we were off to investigate the Copper Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copperqueen.com/history_and_legend.html"&gt;http://www.copperqueen.com/history_and_legend.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we had the real deal, video surveillance and all. We were able to stay in Billy's room. It is supposedly haunted by a little boy.  Many things have happend in this room and on the fourth floor.  Windows opening, things moved in the room, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were not able to have any sightings of our ghost, but.....this morning as I was using the blow dryer and it just stopped working after about 2 minutes. I moved to another outlet in the other room. It worked again, for about 2 minutes. I moved back to the outlet in the bathroom, and it worked again for, guess.... yep about 2 minutes. Seriously annoying. My dryer did not have time to overheat and I have never had any trouble with the dryer.  The outlets were not old and the bathrooms in the hotel are updated, and I assume the plumbing and electrical have been as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither of the outlets were tripped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my ponytail holder disappeared. Guess what! It reappeared in the spot I had just looked for it at. I know, coincidence... Maybe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just seemed like our ghost was playing a little game with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-5525182390294735248?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5525182390294735248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5525182390294735248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5525182390294735248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5525182390294735248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghosts-in-bisbee-arizona.html' title='Ghosts in Bisbee Arizona?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Siyx2WyuT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/vQrRuyAm4vA/s72-c/Fourth+Floor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-715968786606450974</id><published>2009-05-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:03:47.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sgip8ATowCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FbpRxe_KmiY/s1600-h/mothers+day+me+and+my+boys+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334700606959960098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sgip8ATowCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FbpRxe_KmiY/s200/mothers+day+me+and+my+boys+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgipsNwq6-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/sEEkVPwXglk/s1600-h/mothers+day+me+and+my+boys+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful mothers day with "all" my boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first mothers day to celebrate with Sam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very special day and I'm so very glad to have him in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgisXY6mOtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UjYNvfkCkcw/s1600-h/mothers+day-+Sam+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334703276445547218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgisXY6mOtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UjYNvfkCkcw/s200/mothers+day-+Sam+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has made me a very happy mom and I am enjoying learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more about him everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a day of surprises planned out by Sean. He is such a great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;husband; so thoughtful and amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was awoken to breakfast in bed for the first time ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334700815128307618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgiqIHy1p6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/meG2Rl28ahU/s200/mothersday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went out to lunch to &lt;a href="http://joesrealbbq.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Joe's Barbecue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. Yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgiqX4YGv0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/6Cb04kYxU-g/s1600-h/mothers+day-+my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334701085867556674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgiqX4YGv0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/6Cb04kYxU-g/s200/mothers+day-+my+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;Then off to tour the Cosanti wind chime studio in Scottsdale. It's a very interesting place with really beautiful sounding wind chimes. I love wind chimes. I could have looked around and tested them out all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgiqxNHEn9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/w3JCtvruDR0/s1600-h/mothers+day-my+boys+arcosante+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334701520929988562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgiqxNHEn9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/w3JCtvruDR0/s200/mothers+day-my+boys+arcosante+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to &lt;a href="http://www.arlecchinogelateria.com/index1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arlecchino Gelateria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;an authentic gelato shop in Phoenix. When we went to Europe three years ago, we had the best gelato. We have been searching for an acceptable American version ever since. We have finally found the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have never had gelato, it's well worth the drive. The flavors are intense and the texture is very light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgirKo_qgVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TjZUUENvKGs/s1600-h/mothers+day+-Zach+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334701957911839058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgirKo_qgVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TjZUUENvKGs/s200/mothers+day+-Zach+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to Tempe Market place while the boys enjoyed a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to see &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/summer-movies/star-trek/1809752801"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I decided to window shop and enjoy the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couple of hours alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702298758079234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgireevvYwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ebZxFV9ISeg/s200/mothers+day+-Dylan++and+Zach+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was a great day and I loved spending it with "all" my boys.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgirvgZXOEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KMPVhSDMju8/s1600-h/mothers+day+-Dylan+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334702591258867778" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SgirvgZXOEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KMPVhSDMju8/s200/mothers+day+-Dylan+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is Good!!!&lt;/strong&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-715968786606450974?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/715968786606450974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=715968786606450974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/715968786606450974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/715968786606450974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sgip8ATowCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/FbpRxe_KmiY/s72-c/mothers+day+me+and+my+boys+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5349846397895464134</id><published>2009-03-25T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:08:16.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconnected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My beautiful boy, Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sco7taO7RrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TSfLNm2XcR0/s1600-h/sam+and+mom+Jerome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317127961386370738" style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sco7taO7RrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TSfLNm2XcR0/s200/sam+and+mom+Jerome.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you have been following my story of Sam on Facebook, but others are requesting that the story be told. I will do my best to give as many details as I can, but life has been so busy that a lot of the details may slip through the cracks. Feel free to ask questions and I will fill you in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 26, 1986, at the age of 18, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I was not in the position to raise such a precious gift, so I gave him up for adoption. It was the hardest day of my entire life. I struggled to find peace in my heart to know what would be best for him. The decision was made that a family friend would place him in a loving and secure home, to be adored and loved as I loved him. I gave the adopting family a letter, details about my life, and a St. Christopher medal to be passed on to him when he was 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family named him Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he turned 16, Sam’s dad gave him the information I provided, then became ill. Sam spent the next few years watching out for his dad and helping to take care of him during this trying time. His dad recuperated, and Sam decided to continue the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam found phone numbers for me and Mike (his birth father), but wasn't comfortable calling our homes. Instead he reached out by searching MySpace, where he found Mike. Sam and Mike tried to contact me, but I was traveling. I returned home to an e-mail from Mike and a couple messages from Sam. The first contact was a friend request on Facebook, but I didn't recognize the name/picture. I almost deleted it, but instead ignored it and continued to answer e-mails. I then came across another e-mail from Sam saying "Subject: hey mom “its me your long lost son... lol... i've missed you we have a lot to catch up on...."! Well, I was totally in shock. I responded with "Confused?! Need more information!" Then about an hour later it hit me. OMG, it's him. In the meantime I was able to speak with Mike. They had been corresponding for a few days and he told me all about Sam. After hanging up, I called him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;His voice was like hearing angels sing. It warmed my heart and left me feeling an immediate urge to see him, touch him, know him -- it had been 22 years of longing and wait. It was very overwhelming and hard to believe that it was real -- that it was actually finally happening. I never really let myself believe that he would search for us. (I think it was a defense mechanism.) When I would tell the story of the decision to place him, my heart would ache with a constant urge to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I would place all my faith in God, that he was fine and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I placed him, it was a private adoption, so I had no contact information. If I had the info, I would have never acted on it. I never wanted to alter his life, especially if he wasn't ready, so I just decided to try and live each day praying that my boy was happy and safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 10, I spoke with my son. He was warm, sweet, and caring. He filled me up. He was more than I had ever dreamed he could be. I wanted to try and go to Chicago at the end of March to see him. (As most of you know I am so very patient...lol) That lasted about a day. I decided that I just couldn’t wait. I sent him a buddy pass, so that he could come meet his “new” family. Alot of you have asked me if my family knew about Sam. Sam was never a secret. I have always believed that honesty is best and wanted my family and friends to know about him. I also hoped that my story could help another deal with the very emotional decision to place a child. I was very open with anyone who inquired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Sam on March 15. My husband captured it on video, and I will be forever grateful!!! The connection was instantaneous. We were locked! It still amazes me, the bond that is created at birth. I couldn’t stop touching him and looking at him. Wow…. I was speechless...And as you all know, speechless very out-of-character for me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=" server="vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=" show_byline="1&amp;amp;show_portrait=" color="&amp;amp;fullscreen=" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(See the video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://vimeo.com/3881190"&gt;Lori Meets Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://vimeo.com/user1395255"&gt;Sean Rourke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317130521882732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sco-Cc01JrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CWiiS37yA7w/s200/sam+thinking.jpg" align="right" border="0" /&gt;Sam spent the next 10 days getting to know us. He and his brothers hit it off immediately. They have many of the same interests. Music is a huge part of my family and Sam was blessed with that musical talent. He loves to play, sing, and create music. He is truly amazing. While here he looked into the Conservatory of Recording Arts and Sciences. He was smitten and has decided that he will attend the next term. My boy is coming home. He will be living in AZ, finally….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317128784888744338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sco8dWBMSZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sLQUQFZsqas/s200/sam+walking+desert.jpg" align="left" border="0" 0="" /&gt;Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. I’m sure all of this will take some adjusting, but I have complete faith that he is where he needs to be. I think we can help him achieve his dreams and find his place in the world. We are hoping to be a very influential part of his life. He is HOME……. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check out Facebook for more pictures and information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-5349846397895464134?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5349846397895464134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5349846397895464134&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5349846397895464134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5349846397895464134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-beautiful-boy-sam.html' title='My beautiful boy, Sam!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/Sco7taO7RrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TSfLNm2XcR0/s72-c/sam+and+mom+Jerome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6762835536698645132</id><published>2009-02-13T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:48:45.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, It's been way too long since I've posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really there is now excuse except that Life is just busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SZW_QhYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/51ARkJFA6Cc/s1600-h/valentine+cookie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302354426857594306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SZW_QhYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/51ARkJFA6Cc/s200/valentine+cookie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to make some yummy Valentine cookies for my Special Valentines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged a few times for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meme's&lt;/span&gt;, but haven't had time to respond.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may try and do an update every week, but it's overwhelming when Life gets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hectic and then having that incomplete feeling from not accomplishing all that you intend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you all have a fantastic day of LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-6762835536698645132?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6762835536698645132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6762835536698645132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6762835536698645132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6762835536698645132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SZW_QhYRHcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/51ARkJFA6Cc/s72-c/valentine+cookie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-486548814339273673</id><published>2009-01-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:10:03.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I really that old?'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SXAf18pID7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Yop9L5OA1AI/s1600-h/41st+birthday+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291764573832482738" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SXAf18pID7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Yop9L5OA1AI/s200/41st+birthday+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another year older today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother requested an entry about how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to be old! Hmmm... &lt;em&gt;Just you wait buddy boy&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your not too far off&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The older and wiser self, just might get up on her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soap box. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any older, except the physical part! :-/&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what matters though right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see, I woke up, am breathing and still&lt;br /&gt;functioning, so that's a good sign right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have learned anything in my journey through life,&lt;br /&gt;it's to appreciate every day. Accept the gift of life and&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more I realize that life is really a short&lt;br /&gt;snippet of our journey. I believe that there is so much time&lt;br /&gt;and energy wasted on things out of our control.&lt;br /&gt;I will try and learn to harness my energy and use it to&lt;br /&gt;it's full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I have spent the last year and a half&lt;br /&gt;taking care of my physical self. Making it healthy and strong, and&lt;br /&gt;trying to reverse the aging that occurs so quickly after 40! &lt;em&gt;Yikes&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the upcoming year I hope to stay present and active in each day.&lt;br /&gt;To use all of myself and my resources, by giving back to that I believe to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I know for sure:&lt;br /&gt;-I am thankful for this new year; a fresh beginning.&lt;br /&gt;-I am glad that I can still enjoy each day and I have&lt;br /&gt;  family and friends that love me.&lt;br /&gt;-I will spend this year figuring out what I can do&lt;br /&gt;  to help others. Where can I give of myself and how I can&lt;br /&gt;  make a difference. To Give back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wish is that our country remains optimistic about the new course that will be set by our new President and for us all to stay safe and feel secure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May you all be blessed with Faith, Hope and Love!&lt;/p&gt;Thanks for all the Birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-486548814339273673?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/486548814339273673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=486548814339273673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/486548814339273673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/486548814339273673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SXAf18pID7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Yop9L5OA1AI/s72-c/41st+birthday+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5184673725334668485</id><published>2009-01-09T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:30:39.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Psychic'/><title type='text'>Pet Psychic- Really?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SWd669LpbSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F4J4SsDqLIY/s1600-h/crazy+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331440644353314" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SWd669LpbSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F4J4SsDqLIY/s200/crazy+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am stumped by this story and totally in disbelief, but here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work yesterday, a co-worker is explaining that her little dog is suddenly a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"new and improved" version of herself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo Down- All of the sudden this little dog became jittery and started peeing right in front of the owner. Started running around all crazy like and bit the owner. She had been out of sorts for a couple of weeks and this was totally out of character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, she "called" a Pet Psychic (Psychic not present) for help. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the psychic began by clearing the home of the negative energy she felt. Especially to the left of the doorway. &lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That area just happened to be the office of her spouse. &lt;em&gt;If the shoe fits... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So area cleared she gets down to business&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;"Your poor little dog has an evil, angry child spirit attached to her." How could that happen? says the owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, sometimes lost souls look for the closest living being to attach to. There are so many disasters that they just end up looking for the first available recipient. In this case, it was your dog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you help?" the owner asks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, the child was killed in an auto accident and is looking for her father. I will explain to her that he has already crossed over and I will send her on her way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; Really... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home cleared of negative energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog cleared of Evil Spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owner out $65&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dog normal and Happy again-immediately!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are your thoughts? &lt;em&gt;Do you believe?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sidebar-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another co-worker was all too excited to use the Pet Psychic and made the call about her troubled cat. Well, looked as though it worked, but a couple of days later, trouble again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/em&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/4823406088285196942-5184673725334668485?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5184673725334668485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5184673725334668485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5184673725334668485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5184673725334668485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-psychic-really.html' title='Pet Psychic- Really?....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SWd669LpbSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F4J4SsDqLIY/s72-c/crazy+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-708502766938836108</id><published>2009-01-01T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:08:01.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SV46wIqgyXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JMscFMLqvwQ/s1600-h/images[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286727611213465970" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SV46wIqgyXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JMscFMLqvwQ/s200/images%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were blessed this year to spend New Years Eve with our dear friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bohons&lt;/span&gt;. We all went to Mt. Lemon to ski and then came back and had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a party to Welcome in the New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent New Year's day at my in-laws enjoying Brunch with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad for this New Fresh start to 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a great year, I can feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My resolution is to start each day with a positive attitude and to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each day to the fullest. I am so very aware that life is going by at such a rapid pace, that to squander one day is wasteful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to Thanks all my friends, family and blog buddies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;for supporting&lt;/span&gt; me through this last year. It will certainly be one to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-708502766938836108?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/708502766938836108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=708502766938836108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/708502766938836108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/708502766938836108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SV46wIqgyXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JMscFMLqvwQ/s72-c/images%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6158477683905221056</id><published>2008-12-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:23:21.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anasazi Christmas</title><content type='html'>My husband works at the &lt;a href="http://www.anasazi.org/"&gt;Anasazi&lt;/a&gt; Foundation. It is a non-profit Wilderness program for teens. &lt;a href="http://www.anasazi.org/"&gt;Anasazi&lt;/a&gt; is based on the idea of the seven paths. Light(sun), Water(drop of water), Wind(cloud), Stone(rock), Plants(cactus,chestnut), Animals(rabbit), and WE. &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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean is a bit of a procrastinator. He decided what the office gift should be on the 23rd of Dec. He asked if I would mind making "some" cookie boxes for his colleagues at work. He had this vision of making them to replicate the seven paths. "Sure," I say, "How many and when do you need them by?" He responds, "I'll need about 6-7 boxes, 6 smaller platters and a platter for the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, that's a lot of cookies. I explained that this would take at least 10 hours, as we have to make dough, chill, bake, cool, and then the lengthy process of frosting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Oh, I'll help you," he says. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O.K.", I say, "but this may be an all nighter!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUksk6vi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/qtxVXlN-CuY/s1600-h/lori+rolling+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284170086032051154" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUksk6vi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/qtxVXlN-CuY/s200/lori+rolling+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was more than an all nighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took 12 hours straight to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUp7SIuH3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/E-Fu0_f54LA/s1600-h/zach+frosting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284175836246581106" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUp7SIuH3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/E-Fu0_f54LA/s200/zach+frosting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUeAFJPnhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/f997hxTcV2c/s1600-h/dylan+icing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284162724518927890" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUeAFJPnhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/f997hxTcV2c/s200/dylan+icing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the boys to help and they turned out perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUktFeEqnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vWP9TmnG-i0/s1600-h/zach+entertaining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284170094770170482" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUktFeEqnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vWP9TmnG-i0/s200/zach+entertaining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach entertained us along the way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUhjy0XZsI/AAAAAAAAATg/AMhEWyHvFFI/s1600-h/fourth+batch+anasazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284166636609693378" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUhjy0XZsI/AAAAAAAAATg/AMhEWyHvFFI/s200/fourth+batch+anasazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUeAoUmk3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ZfexsejsaRA/s1600-h/First+batch+Anasazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284162733961810802" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUeAoUmk3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ZfexsejsaRA/s200/First+batch+Anasazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you cookie makers out there, you know it's not the baking that is difficult, but that presentation, is everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUnblQkjsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/K4GjPyh52ns/s1600-h/anasazi+third+platter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUhjmmVN5I/AAAAAAAAATY/HDQZC3I9Ioc/s1600-h/first+platter+anasazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284166633329604498" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUhjmmVN5I/AAAAAAAAATY/HDQZC3I9Ioc/s200/first+platter+anasazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUon35UQ3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/LryhZ0QOEos/s1600-h/finished+box+Anasazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284174403273507698" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUon35UQ3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/LryhZ0QOEos/s200/finished+box+Anasazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUktRQhFUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3DCwGFAZLaU/s1600-h/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284170097934538050" style="width: 161px; height: 124px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUktRQhFUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3DCwGFAZLaU/s200/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think everyone enjoyed their Anasazi themed holiday treats! &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&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/4823406088285196942-6158477683905221056?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6158477683905221056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6158477683905221056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/12/anasazi-christmas.html' title='Anasazi Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUksk6vi9I/AAAAAAAAATw/qtxVXlN-CuY/s72-c/lori+rolling+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3260571829876678480</id><published>2008-12-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:05:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUL_g7mIcI/AAAAAAAAARw/uUb7Htu_q7s/s1600-h/trimmed+Xmas+tree08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284142923588706754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUL_g7mIcI/AAAAAAAAARw/uUb7Htu_q7s/s200/trimmed+Xmas+tree08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a blessed Christmas with many&lt;br /&gt;happy memories and fun times.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was at our house.&lt;br /&gt;We had 16 family members here to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of yummy food and a family game night!&lt;br /&gt;It is so nice to live so close and get to see them&lt;br /&gt;throughout the year. I wish that the rest of the family lived&lt;br /&gt;closer so that we could include them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were missing quite few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to finally try and get back to blogging.  I have been so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busy throughout the holiday, as I'm sure most of you have been as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give Kudos to those bloggers who can do it all.  I have been busy working, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baking, shopping, and staying sane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of late, I have actually gotten "hate" mail for not updating my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up with that? LOL :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take it all in jest, but do realize that I have been slacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going to try and play catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post all of the projects I've been working on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be a great New Year. I can feel it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Is that how one uses mind control?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will bring on the positive energy and thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if I make a vision board I can live"The Secret. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever works right?! --HO HUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to clean up the Post Christmas messes, but I will be back soon to share some pictures!&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/4823406088285196942-3260571829876678480?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3260571829876678480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3260571829876678480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3260571829876678480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3260571829876678480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SVUL_g7mIcI/AAAAAAAAARw/uUb7Htu_q7s/s72-c/trimmed+Xmas+tree08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-4021441958450849548</id><published>2008-11-26T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:43:55.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SS5MgfR3r8I/AAAAAAAAARg/h0zN8TrL6TE/s1600-h/Happy+Thanksgiving-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SS5MNCFkS8I/AAAAAAAAARY/FoKg8309b8c/s1600-h/Happy+Thanksgiving-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273236000479660994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SS5MNCFkS8I/AAAAAAAAARY/FoKg8309b8c/s200/Happy+Thanksgiving-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are so many things that I am Thankful for&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Faith&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been blessed with a Wonderful life, full and rich! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband and beautiful children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have our health and a comfortable home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my job and the ability to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of our relatives and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our soldiers that protect us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My country and my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The opportunities that the USA provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could go on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, in a nutshell,I try and take nothing for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and am truly grateful for each and every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember life is precious and we should live it to it's fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May you all be blessed with a Peaceful and beautiful Thanksgiving day. &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/4823406088285196942-4021441958450849548?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/4021441958450849548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=4021441958450849548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4021441958450849548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4021441958450849548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving_26.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SS5MNCFkS8I/AAAAAAAAARY/FoKg8309b8c/s72-c/Happy+Thanksgiving-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-7520239161062532988</id><published>2008-11-18T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:05:29.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gin Blossoms at the Mesa Arts Center 12/6/08&lt;br /&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://www.anasazi.org/" target="_blank"&gt;ANASAZI Foundation&lt;/a&gt; for a benefit concert featuring the legendary &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ginblossoms" target="_blank"&gt;GIN BLOSSOMS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: inline" href="http://www.thebargainscout.com/.a/6a00e5540ea1898834010536009a6e970c-pi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SSL1sa9WHMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QNskvbC-rRI/s1600-h/Gin+Blossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270044657476574402" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SSL1sa9WHMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QNskvbC-rRI/s200/Gin+Blossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Dec. 6, at Mesa Arts Center&lt;br /&gt;Showtime is 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Also performing are Columbia Records artist&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jescahoop" target="_blank"&gt;Jesca Hoop&lt;/a&gt;, indie sensation &lt;a href="http://www.joshuajames.tv/" target="_blank"&gt;Joshua James&lt;/a&gt;, and rising star &lt;a href="http://www.bentonpaul.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Benton Paul&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;$25 reserved seats can be purchased at480-644-6500 or online from the&lt;a href="http://www.mesaartscenter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mesa Arts Center box office starting&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday, November 18, at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The best seats will go quickly, so get yours soon! The concert is part of &lt;a href="http://www.anasazi.org/dinner.html" target="_blank"&gt;ANASAZI Foundation’s 20th anniversary celebration&lt;/a&gt;, which includes a Dec. 5 gala in Scottsdale with American Idol star Brooke White. Proceeds from all events will help financially challenged families seeking to save a son or daughter struggling with substance abuse, depression, or other concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-7520239161062532988?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/7520239161062532988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=7520239161062532988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7520239161062532988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7520239161062532988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/11/benefit-concert.html' title='Benefit Concert!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SSL1sa9WHMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QNskvbC-rRI/s72-c/Gin+Blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5039414062371826647</id><published>2008-11-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:45:54.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Again....</title><content type='html'>So, here is another&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more interesting than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from&lt;a href="http://mrs-furious.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff that’s true is in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am 5′4 or shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I’m ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have many scars&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; to put it mildly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish my hair was a different color&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That's why I do what I do! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve had braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have had more than 2 piercings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was an 80's thing. 2-3 holes in each ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have had piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family, Home, Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve run away from home&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I’ve lost a child. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Adoption count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve slipped out a “LOL” in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve snorted while laughing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I’ve glued my hand to something&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; What can I say, I'm a crafter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve had my trousers rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I‘ve had stitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve had serious surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve had chicken pox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Many, many, times... Don't enjoy the car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been to Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Experiences&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been lost in my city&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ummm.... Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve seen a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve pushed all the buttons in a lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been to a casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been skydiving. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, but Zach is really working it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve played spin the bottle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve crashed a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been skiing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I tried at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been in a play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve met someone in person from the Internet. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not yet, but I plan to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Many, many, times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Only on T.V.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve sat on a roof top at night&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve played chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve eaten Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’m in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’m married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve gone on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. --Do moive stars count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am a cuddler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I’ve hugged a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have lied to my parents about where I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve cheated while playing a game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure I have! Just can't remember when&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No kids, that's not O.K.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve driven through a red light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve witnessed a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve been in a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve shoplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Does forgetting something in your cart count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve consumed alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I smoke cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I smoke pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve taken cough medicine when i wasn’t sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve been addicted to an illegal substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can’t swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Vitamins people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been diagnosed with depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I shut others out when I’m depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have had an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hate funerals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just really emotional!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’ve seen someone dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Someone close to me has attempted suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can sing well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I open up to others too easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Obviously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I watch the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for sake of being able to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I swear regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Guilty. Baaad habit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am a morning person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I paid for my mobile phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m a snob about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I play with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love being neat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Understatement!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am in love with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I laugh at my own jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes I just crack myself up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I believe in ghosts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I've seen, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love white chocolate. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What a waste. Milk Chocolate is the BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I’m good at remembering faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-5039414062371826647?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5039414062371826647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5039414062371826647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5039414062371826647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5039414062371826647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/11/again.html' title='Again....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6257986367531564050</id><published>2008-11-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:02:21.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enough already'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Rock the Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-Y0PTZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Gy3CZ83DRtA/s1600-h/IMG_9400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264594512647938034" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-Y0PTZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Gy3CZ83DRtA/s200/IMG_9400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, has everyone voted today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is certainly going to be a BIG year!&lt;br /&gt;While working on Saturday, the HOT topic was the election. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It amazed me the different points of view and the "facts" people &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been taught to never discuss Sex, &lt;strong&gt;POLITICS&lt;/strong&gt; or religion while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, that's what comes up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a lot of questions about my opinions on the campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teased that I needed to wear a McCain button on&lt;br /&gt;one side and an Obama on the other. I had to stay very neutral, of course.&lt;br /&gt;It really is a sad time. There is so much discourse in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things we truly can not control.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Big Bail Out&lt;/em&gt; that turned into a Circus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;business of politics&lt;/em&gt; and how our (the nations) best interest is not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always considered. Lot's of discussion on the waste of money &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the &lt;em&gt;campaigning&lt;/em&gt;. We could have had all health care in the&lt;br /&gt;nation paid for or housed and fed "our" homeless, after witnessing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the amount of money spent/wasted to run for office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consensus was that all politicians are narcissistic liars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little harsh I know, but really can one person make the difference? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to have team players. Maybe the politicians should go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do some team building workshops. Maybe they will realize how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much better it could be if they would work TOGETHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe they should only spend six months running and the BEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men/women debating a few times before the election. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is fried! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I see one more advertisement or get one more phone call.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are all in the same boat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-a8QW-QrI/AAAAAAAAARA/01_N6IdJJXQ/s1600-h/IMG_8728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596849393550002" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-a8QW-QrI/AAAAAAAAARA/01_N6IdJJXQ/s200/IMG_8728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-ZjL27CqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WacRuXN5oy0/s1600-h/IMG_9279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595319177022114" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-ZjL27CqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WacRuXN5oy0/s200/IMG_9279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-aYm6XiPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iKBPThrWmNQ/s1600-h/IMG_8809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596236972296434" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-aYm6XiPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iKBPThrWmNQ/s200/IMG_8809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-cvFtxGLI/AAAAAAAAARI/EJZC-xdGQJk/s1600-h/IMG_8805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264598822221322418" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-cvFtxGLI/AAAAAAAAARI/EJZC-xdGQJk/s200/IMG_8805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems so simple. Is the answer right in front of us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are the constituents just too selfish to really do what is RIGHT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would our founding fathers say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't we be embarrassed by our state of the economy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry, don't mean to rant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love my country and know that we are very lucky to live in the USA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just wish that the world was all Good, Moral and Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that people would look at their conscience and make the Right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now any guess on how long this ballot count is gonna take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah at the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebargainscout.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bargain Scout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has found some great bonuses to Voting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is your &lt;a href="http://www.thebargainscout.com/my_weblog/2008/11/i-voted-today-11408.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/4823406088285196942-6257986367531564050?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6257986367531564050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6257986367531564050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6257986367531564050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6257986367531564050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-vote.html' title='Rock the Vote'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ-Y0PTZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Gy3CZ83DRtA/s72-c/IMG_9400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-8488892056665879972</id><published>2008-11-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:09:00.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate chip cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Little chippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ8T6o2abKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fucPn1jIjYU/s1600-h/choclate+chippers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264448387538381986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ8T6o2abKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fucPn1jIjYU/s200/choclate+chippers-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baking cookies again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that my boys are spoiled by all the "baked treats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I left it up to them it would be Chocolate Chip Cookies and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to try new things and I will try and slip a new recipe by them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it never works. Their taste buds know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good little cookie. Much fluffier than the original CCC, but very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet, gooey and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the recipe on one of the blogs I follow, but now I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolate Chippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1c. margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1c. brown sugar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 1/4 c. flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 small instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 c. chocolate chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cream margarine and brown sugar. Beat in two eggs, adding one at a time. Add vanilla then mix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix in flour, baking soda and vanilla pudding mix. Mix well, then add in chocolate chips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drop by teaspoon onto lined cookie sheet and bake. 6-10 minutes. Depends on size of cookies and "real" temp of oven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*You can use any flavor of instant pudding mix. I bet butterscotch is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-8488892056665879972?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/8488892056665879972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=8488892056665879972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/8488892056665879972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/8488892056665879972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-chippers.html' title='Little chippers'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQ8T6o2abKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fucPn1jIjYU/s72-c/choclate+chippers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6412651032326814914</id><published>2008-10-28T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:08:21.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutella peanut butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy corn sugar cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witches broom and hat cookies'/><title type='text'>Halloween Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc98n-mvPI/AAAAAAAAANk/4d77vvn9zSs/s1600-h/Witches+hat+and+broom+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242801338727666" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc98n-mvPI/AAAAAAAAANk/4d77vvn9zSs/s200/Witches+hat+and+broom+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdFZ3lesBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DbQ5j-DotOM/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262251000325910546" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdFZ3lesBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DbQ5j-DotOM/s200/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdHAf74VFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m2IzFuTFU0I/s1600-h/candycorn+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262252763503940690" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdHAf74VFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m2IzFuTFU0I/s200/candycorn+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdKiRNI5PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Z3rhK44ggS8/s1600-h/vampire+cupcake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256642200233202" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdKiRNI5PI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Z3rhK44ggS8/s200/vampire+cupcake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a baking fiend!&lt;br /&gt;Had a really busy day on Sunday making cookies and cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make Zach and his friends at ASU some Halloween treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar cookie candy corn cookies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdGZ934mdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8G3CN4UgQl8/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262252101525346770" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdGZ934mdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8G3CN4UgQl8/s200/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tri-colored sugar cookie dough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These witches hat and brooms are sooo easy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witches hat cookies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc-MGwuXJI/AAAAAAAAANs/Hs9KU4U5YzQ/s1600-h/witches+hat+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262243067300043922" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc-MGwuXJI/AAAAAAAAANs/Hs9KU4U5YzQ/s200/witches+hat+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc-ZhSrXNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A34lhJ03CsE/s1600-h/witches+hat+cookies+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262243297760074962" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc-ZhSrXNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A34lhJ03CsE/s200/witches+hat+cookies+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc_SmHKNiI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9iJ7zuJE7rE/s1600-h/witches+hat+cookies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdEUBfA2wI/AAAAAAAAAOs/obSWDIj09oY/s1600-h/witches+hat+cookies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249800392301314" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdEUBfA2wI/AAAAAAAAAOs/obSWDIj09oY/s200/witches+hat+cookies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hershey kisses, Fudge stripe cookies, and orange royal icing.&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witches broom cookies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdCDfm_2oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vKYj7LBrM-s/s1600-h/witches+broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247317397822082" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdCDfm_2oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vKYj7LBrM-s/s200/witches+broom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdDKdMS3qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2iD8XiLJ7Y/s1600-h/witches+broom+cookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248536519663266" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdDKdMS3qI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y2iD8XiLJ7Y/s200/witches+broom+cookies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdDw6H8QaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xS1YN-6M41U/s1600-h/witches+broom+cookies+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249197121061282" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdDw6H8QaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xS1YN-6M41U/s200/witches+broom+cookies+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shortbread recipe for the bristles, pretzel rods, melted chocolate and orange royal icing. &lt;/span&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vampire Cupacakes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdN0Zv_OII/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hveu1XTKYYY/s1600-h/vampire+cupcake6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260252266412162" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdN0Zv_OII/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hveu1XTKYYY/s200/vampire+cupcake6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOF76aTYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jc7KmRLDd5E/s1600-h/vampire+cupcake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260553494711682" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOF76aTYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jc7KmRLDd5E/s200/vampire+cupcake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOauKfqwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_8j5SMk9Fjg/s1600-h/vampire+cupcake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262260910581328642" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOauKfqwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_8j5SMk9Fjg/s200/vampire+cupcake5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow/white cupcakes, cherry/strawberry filling, marshmallow/butter cream frosting.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nutella Peanut butter cookies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOtfFlU-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/gPFcYcwJQ3c/s1600-h/nuetella+Peanut+butter+cookie+roll+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261232951710690" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdOtfFlU-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/gPFcYcwJQ3c/s200/nuetella+Peanut+butter+cookie+roll+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdM84nfqtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FktyE53ePVI/s1600-h/nutella+peanut+butter+cookies+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdPDCx0-bI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ndd0g2GKHvM/s1600-h/nutella+peanut+butter+cookies+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261603309779378" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQdPDCx0-bI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ndd0g2GKHvM/s200/nutella+peanut+butter+cookies+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crunchy peanut butter cookies with Nutella/Chocolate filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe this will inspire you to get on your Halloween treat groove!&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-6412651032326814914?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6412651032326814914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6412651032326814914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6412651032326814914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6412651032326814914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-treats.html' title='Halloween Treats'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQc98n-mvPI/AAAAAAAAANk/4d77vvn9zSs/s72-c/Witches+hat+and+broom+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5441399468411741130</id><published>2008-10-26T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:08:56.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's first haircut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrmaGKuSsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U7b0Cxe_Jic/s1600-h/Morgans+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254265251287681730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrmaGKuSsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U7b0Cxe_Jic/s200/Morgans+haircut.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My totally adorable niece Morgan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is definitely the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; princess&lt;/span&gt; of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is our sweet little "girly" girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a little over a year old and already loves her dolls, brushes her hair and prances around in her dresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOroWQRdl7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Eutai0M-gyY/s1600-h/Morgan+before+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254267384304080818" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOroWQRdl7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Eutai0M-gyY/s200/Morgan+before+haircut.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could just kiss her to death!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought it funny that I get to play dress up all day, but had no girls of my own to &lt;em&gt;spoil&lt;/em&gt;. Well, she will be spoiled. She already has a little attitude, which of course, every little girl needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrmsE43hnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Ju0qaF4zEs/s1600-h/morgans+1st+braid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254265560181999218" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="91" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrmsE43hnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Ju0qaF4zEs/s200/morgans+1st+braid.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even let me braid her hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I cut a child's hair, if they are good, they get a treat. Yes, this was her first lollipop, and she enjoyed every lick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnRNJtOmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AQabSWrzaGk/s1600-h/Morgans+1st+sucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254266198055271010" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnRNJtOmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AQabSWrzaGk/s200/Morgans+1st+sucker.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnxGcHnTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TCxBmPcXGzw/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254266746009263410" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnxGcHnTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TCxBmPcXGzw/s200/IMG_0223.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's even trying to breathe it in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrqBI3u8WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D_XUTDhQGfM/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254269220563120482" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="102" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrqBI3u8WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/D_XUTDhQGfM/s200/IMG_0209.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smack!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She is so pleased with herself, messy sucker face and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnba5FPKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GRrywXUFeXA/s1600-h/morgans+1st+haircut-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254266373542329506" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrnba5FPKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GRrywXUFeXA/s200/morgans+1st+haircut-3.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/4823406088285196942-5441399468411741130?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5441399468411741130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5441399468411741130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5441399468411741130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5441399468411741130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/morgans-first-haircut.html' title='Morgan&apos;s first haircut.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrmaGKuSsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U7b0Cxe_Jic/s72-c/Morgans+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3783577676444433329</id><published>2008-10-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:59:23.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real ghost stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3:00a.m.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Ready for Halloween?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQHwPFyQ4aI/AAAAAAAAANE/fXcjTagCATw/s1600-h/haunted+house+pic-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260749981787152802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQHwPFyQ4aI/AAAAAAAAANE/fXcjTagCATw/s200/haunted+house+pic-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So through the years I have accumulated a plethora of Ghost Stories. I thought it would be appropriate to share them for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have to preface this by saying I do &lt;em&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I would feel this way had I not experienced this myself, but I did and this is how it went down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost in the doorway at &lt;strong&gt;3:04a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. The supposed "&lt;em&gt;Witching Hour.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 7-8 months pregnant and had awoken from a deep sleep. I glanced toward the doorway and saw a very large figure in a white robe with a hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that's odd, "I could swear I'm awake!" I could only make out dark areas for the eyes, but there was no face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;(assuming it was a &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;, since &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was sooo large) was holding onto the top of the door jam with his head cocked toward the bed. A horrible startling fear began to overwhelm me. I was thinking this must be an apparition. I looked only with my eyes scanning around the room and noticed everything as it was before I went to bed. I was trying to confirm that I was not dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock read &lt;strong&gt;3:04a.m.&lt;/strong&gt; I looked back towards the door and the figure was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Whew.... Was I nuts or what? No need for Panic! Just my imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, movement drew my eyes toward the bottom of the door and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was on &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; knees looking up at me with &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; hands sideways holding the door jam. &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; head was tilted looking directly at me. Seeing those piercing eyes and recognizing the great detail in his hands, the long bony fingers, the veins popped out, "How could this not be real?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stared at one another for a very long time. I began sweating profusely and felt horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for any indication of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; intentions for me. What did &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; want? Why was&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; here? It felt as though 15 minutes had passed, one of us had to break this trance. So, I finally decided to look back at the clock again searching the room to make sure I was really awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo, not only was I awake, but my heart was pumping and I felt as though I was being very rational. No hallucinations, no dreaming, I was AWAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock read &lt;strong&gt;3:09a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. So I turned back to the door and he was gone. At that point I wanted to scream. I could not move a muscle in my body, I could not find air to breathe! I was Panicked!!! I thought maybe he was up next to the bed or going around to the other side. I waited steadily, holding my breath, expecting him to pounce on the bed, speak, scream, or kill me! Something had to happen. What was the point of this encounter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the clock and it was &lt;strong&gt;3:14a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing.... He seemed to have disappeared. I then decided to get up, turn on the light, and shut the door. The problem was that, being pregnant, I always had to Pee! So I braved it through the very dark hallway in a FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the bathroom, too afraid to emerge. Finally, exhausted at &lt;strong&gt;4:20a.m&lt;/strong&gt;. I ran back into my room turned on the radio, left the lights on and didn't fall back asleep until &lt;strong&gt;5:30a.m&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a &lt;em&gt;SCARDY CAT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been visiting a friend and she had a younger boy. By morning I had decided that maybe they played an awful trick on me. I told my friend the whole story and she said that her son had ended up staying the night at his friend’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped and I totally broke down. So it was real! There was a ghost in my room. I had spent the wee hours of the morning convincing myself that it was just a trick! (Not funny in the least, but Ha! Ha!) I asked my friend if they had ever experienced any thing like this before? She was shocked and said never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched what it could have been. It was indeed a very "real" phenomenon. The witching hour typically happens around 3a.m. and the restless Spirits are attracted to energy. Because I was pregnant I radiated energy and my body beckoned him! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YIKES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was so completely disturbed. Since then I have heard many similar stories, that are very hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do &lt;em&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not, but I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-3783577676444433329?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3783577676444433329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3783577676444433329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3783577676444433329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3783577676444433329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/ready-for-halloween.html' title='Ready for Halloween?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SQHwPFyQ4aI/AAAAAAAAANE/fXcjTagCATw/s72-c/haunted+house+pic-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6687966085740433984</id><published>2008-10-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:47:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOru9jjRSkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zB5gIqYxCpg/s1600-h/Morgans+cake+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254274656563710530" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOru9jjRSkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zB5gIqYxCpg/s200/Morgans+cake+1.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For my nieces first birthday I made a cake for the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrz2GtvU5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/QSAPWO05FNw/s1600-h/IMG_9844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254280026122048402" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrz2GtvU5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/QSAPWO05FNw/s200/IMG_9844.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and one just for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We just set it in front of her and let her do what she may!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrvd_A-2vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4mHZLBrIfHk/s1600-h/IMG_9866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254275213691902706" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOrvd_A-2vI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4mHZLBrIfHk/s200/IMG_9866.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She loved it, of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;She couldn't seem to get enough. Finally my sister took it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think that was the most sugar she had consumed at this point in her sweet life! &lt;/span&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/4823406088285196942-6687966085740433984?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6687966085740433984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6687966085740433984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6687966085740433984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6687966085740433984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/morgans-first-birthday.html' title='Morgan&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOru9jjRSkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zB5gIqYxCpg/s72-c/Morgans+cake+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-768839924216821786</id><published>2008-10-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:11:48.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver'/><title type='text'>Caution, New driver on the road!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPVE75YpNpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PsNuCJQYXeE/s1600-h/dylan+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257183935832077970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPVE75YpNpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PsNuCJQYXeE/s200/dylan+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dylan got his license!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more little ones in this house. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to mortgage the house for auto insurance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what they say about boys and car insurance is true!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced that boys require a more expensive policy!&lt;br /&gt;They drive much better and safer than &lt;em&gt;I did&lt;/em&gt; at their age. (Should I knock on wood?)&lt;br /&gt;So far, they have been very good, conscientious, defensive, driving boys.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Could be that I've threatened their life&lt;/em&gt;;-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-768839924216821786?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/768839924216821786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=768839924216821786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/768839924216821786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/768839924216821786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/caution-new-driver-on-road.html' title='Caution, New driver on the road!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPVE75YpNpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PsNuCJQYXeE/s72-c/dylan+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6868169858693164683</id><published>2008-10-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:06:43.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential View...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPbSUKRg_kI/AAAAAAAAAM0/g84M14R3EJc/s1600-h/deep+thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257620858798669378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPbSUKRg_kI/AAAAAAAAAM0/g84M14R3EJc/s200/deep+thoughts.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Found this one in the archives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dylan was required to do a poetry notebook last March for school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and this was his view on Politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Interesting......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today’s America&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Dylan Rourke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Many people visit America,&lt;br /&gt;Called the land of the free.&lt;br /&gt;But many will fail to see,&lt;br /&gt;Our slowly crumbling economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many used to come for the promise of a new life,&lt;br /&gt;But the people who are here begin to fill with strife.&lt;br /&gt;Revolt against the president, many dislike his views,&lt;br /&gt;We are now going to get a chance to see who fills his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many think a new leader, will mean a new nation,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we will see, the consequences of Inflation&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/4823406088285196942-6868169858693164683?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6868169858693164683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6868169858693164683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6868169858693164683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6868169858693164683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/presidential-view.html' title='Presidential View...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPbSUKRg_kI/AAAAAAAAAM0/g84M14R3EJc/s72-c/deep+thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-5286518826433825372</id><published>2008-10-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:09:41.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Down Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sweet Daniel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPYGnatr2uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hCHedkm2I1c/s1600-h/believe+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257396889257237218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPYGnatr2uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hCHedkm2I1c/s200/believe+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been very fortunate in my career to have met many interesting people. Some of these people have forever changed my world. Daniel is one of these people. I have known Daniel since he was nine. He came into the shop and hopped right into my chair. He would always greet me with, "Hi, Beautiful!" He had no inhibitions and was as friendly and energetic as he could be. Daniel always sees the world so innocently, and he shows you what's really important. His sweetness is infectious. He has this wit that will make you shriek with enjoyment. Daniel is always so funny. Sometimes, I can't really tell if he is joking or serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Daniel has Down Syndrome. His mother Gaye had no idea he would be born that way. It was an unexpected shock. She had four healthy children, and assumed he would be as well. I often wonder why God gives certain people these trials or lessons in life. Then I meet someone like Daniel and his family and I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; why. They teach us how to be brave, strong, and uninhibited. They teach us faith, hope and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaye is one of my favorite people. She is so unselfish, kind, gentle, and funny. Her patience is to be admired. I love to watch the magic between her and Daniel. He is a constant joy in her life, as well as his family's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would always talk about his job, about his week, what car he would get when he grew up, and about his dreams. He was especially entranced by Margo. She was the girl for him, he was sure of it! Well, Margo is a friend of the family and lives out of town. For&lt;em&gt; years&lt;/em&gt; he would talk about her. I thought it would be a fleeting romance. I learned &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; about Margo, always inquiring about his calls or letters. Although I had never met her, I knew that she was genuinely loving and kind. My Daniel was in love with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he decided to ask her to prom. When I heard this, my heart dropped. I was so fearful that the rejection would kill him--that he wouldn't be able to deal with her answer. I remember asking many questions about his intention. "Why her?" He was very matter of fact and stated that she was beautiful and he loved her. He thought maybe she would marry him one day. Okay, now I was nervous. I didn't want him to get hurt. I thought he needed to be protected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I secretly talked to his mom. Did Margo know just how much Daniel was enamored with her? She informed me that Margo did know and that she wasn't sure how it would go, but that he really wanted to do this. &lt;em&gt;O.K., if she was sure!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I automatically assumed she would say no. She would have no time in her busy life to fulfill his dream. Well, my fears were unfounded! Margo said yes! She went to prom with Daniel. She lit up his world! She gave him the most unselfish gift a person could give--her time. Daniel will hold that memory, like a fairy tale, for eternity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-5286518826433825372?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/5286518826433825372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=5286518826433825372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5286518826433825372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/5286518826433825372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-daniel.html' title='Sweet Daniel...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPYGnatr2uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hCHedkm2I1c/s72-c/believe+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2193217087601138191</id><published>2008-10-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:07:01.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The find'/><title type='text'>The Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPIq4abv3tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1p-vb6aaupY/s1600-h/Sean,Pete&amp;amp;Debbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256310863751536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPIq4abv3tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1p-vb6aaupY/s320/Sean,Pete%26Debbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt; Here is a picture, taken in December 2007, of my husband Sean, Debbie and&lt;strong&gt; Pete Pickett&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for all the nice messages about my story. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;It really is quite remarkable!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;I still can't believe I was so lucky to have found her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;I wanted to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;post&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rourke.org/lori/pp-thefind.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;Pete's version&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;of the very same day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;We both sat down and wrote out all the details of our day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Hope you enjoy his story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-2193217087601138191?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2193217087601138191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2193217087601138191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2193217087601138191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2193217087601138191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/find.html' title='The Find'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPIq4abv3tI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1p-vb6aaupY/s72-c/Sean,Pete%26Debbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3762195477289623266</id><published>2008-10-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:34:50.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>Hummingbird cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPJuq9JzRgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i_wElR_CbJk/s1600-h/hummingbird+cake-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPJu32mAPZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gYSJ0renQ2k/s1600-h/hummingbird+cake-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256385620921564562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPJu32mAPZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gYSJ0renQ2k/s200/hummingbird+cake-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPJsSvnDl_I/AAAAAAAAAME/aHvZVsnjmVI/s1600-h/hummingbird+cake-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 (20-oz) can crushed pineapple&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Separate 8 oz. with juices. &lt;br /&gt;Drain12 oz. really well! almost dry/set aside for cake layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 store bought yellow or lemon cake mix&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup mashed very ripe bananas&lt;/strong&gt; (about 2 medium or 3 small) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 large eggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 cup sliced almonds or pecans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Spray two round cake pans with non stick cooking spray. I cut out two round pieces of parchment for the bottom of pans so that cakes won't stick or fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Mix 8 ounces of the crushed pineapple with the juices and mix all wet ingredients and cinnamon together. Add cake mix. ( I use mixer on med. for about 2 min.)&lt;br /&gt;Divide batter&lt;br /&gt;Bake for about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Cool for 5-10 minutes and then remove from pans.&lt;br /&gt;Cool cake completely. While cooling make a cream cheese frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 ounces of cream cheese, at room temp.&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of butter, at room temp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 cups powdered sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream all wet ingredients together slowly adding in sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Mix on medium speed 1-2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;After frosting bottom layer you can cover with remaining pineapple (Can also add sliced banana or a few (drained) cherries. &lt;br /&gt;Put top layer on and frost remaining cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yummm............&lt;/span&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/4823406088285196942-3762195477289623266?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3762195477289623266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3762195477289623266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3762195477289623266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3762195477289623266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/hummingbird-cake.html' title='Hummingbird cake!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPJu32mAPZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gYSJ0renQ2k/s72-c/hummingbird+cake-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6997606434761445462</id><published>2008-10-11T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:40:24.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistry'/><title type='text'>State Fair Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPDyyNSg3eI/AAAAAAAAALk/-qrCCusAGH0/s1600-h/Linda"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255967709516062178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPDyyNSg3eI/AAAAAAAAALk/-qrCCusAGH0/s200/Linda%27s+Gingerbread+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPDw5DbzYcI/AAAAAAAAALc/BRQ6CerBFDc/s1600-h/Linda"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cake decorating teacher, Linda Black, entered the AZ state fair and Won!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post a picture of her beautiful house. &lt;/div&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;div&gt;She received a Blue ribbon and Best in Show for her gingerbread house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at all the detail and artistry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah Linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-6997606434761445462?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6997606434761445462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6997606434761445462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6997606434761445462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6997606434761445462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/state-fair-winner.html' title='State Fair Winner'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SPDyyNSg3eI/AAAAAAAAALk/-qrCCusAGH0/s72-c/Linda%27s+Gingerbread+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-1860782660901536302</id><published>2008-10-09T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:36:10.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do you believe in angels?'/><title type='text'>Today is the anniversary of the day I found my birth mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJj9p40j5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Yfa5jPJtaEI/s1600-h/lorimom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251870026334769042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJj9p40j5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Yfa5jPJtaEI/s200/lorimom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On October 9, 1998, I was blessed. There is no doubt that I was in the presence of angels! My search should never have been easy, but everything fell right into place. It was as if the timing was perfect and the stars were aligned! I made a last minute decision to go to the top with my search. I was scheduled to have surgery and thought maybe that would be reason enough to open my long-sealed adoption records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I had no preconceived notions about a reunion. I just felt compelled to know her. I don't remember a time in my life that I didn't care to know. It wasn't because I had an unhappy life--yeah, life was hard--but I wasn't trying to replace anything. It was just a yearning inside, a need to know, to see, to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of finding my birth mother. I was blessed that it was a positive experience for both of us. I often get asked the question, "What would you have done if she didn't want to meet you?" The answer was easy; I would thank her for &lt;em&gt;choosing to give me life&lt;/em&gt;, instead of the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found her, I came home and wrote down every detail. I didn't want to forget a single thing about the whole ordeal. It was a story of miracles. One that I was blessed enough to experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the story of "The Search" click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rourke.org/lori/loristory.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-1860782660901536302?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/1860782660901536302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=1860782660901536302&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/1860782660901536302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/1860782660901536302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-anniversary-of-day-i-found-my.html' title='Today is the anniversary of the day I found my birth mother!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJj9p40j5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Yfa5jPJtaEI/s72-c/lorimom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2313207521320998881</id><published>2008-10-07T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:26:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan laughing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOw2NJ4dlpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zj7oayJYVuU/s1600-h/morgan+laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254634464853464722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOw2NJ4dlpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zj7oayJYVuU/s200/morgan+laughing.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOw1GNqnYLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/j6DURzHk-NU/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to post this you tube &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tX0X4s9hz-4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my niece Morgan laughing at her brother blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better to brighten your day than to hear a baby laughing!&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/4823406088285196942-2313207521320998881?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2313207521320998881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2313207521320998881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2313207521320998881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2313207521320998881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/morgan-laughing.html' title='Morgan laughing!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOw2NJ4dlpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zj7oayJYVuU/s72-c/morgan+laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-1147115078595067132</id><published>2008-10-06T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:55:40.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipcovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reupholster'/><title type='text'>Projects....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've had a few people inquire about my reupholstering projects. Below are a few pictures of the projects I've done.I've only made a few slipcovers. It takes far more fabric and time to slip cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo52DjKqyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BTWxOu9Sb04/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254075516109630242" style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo52DjKqyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BTWxOu9Sb04/s200/IMG_2915.JPG" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living room&lt;/strong&gt;-I reupholstered the couch and love seat, ordered a big piece of very firm foam and slip covered it. We use the ottoman as a table, foot stool and the kids like to roll on it- when I'm not looking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo6Pvi8NeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ENjik1SVyVU/s1600-h/IMG_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254075957416572386" style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 108px" height="129" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo6Pvi8NeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ENjik1SVyVU/s200/IMG_2917.JPG" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Den in guest room&lt;/strong&gt;- Slip covered. It used to be in our den with attached pillows on the back. This one is my favorite, but it was the most challenging. I just used the furniture as a template/pattern. Have only had to wash it twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR:#330099"&gt;The upholstering is a very tedious job, and I'm always quiet sore after the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR:#330099;" &gt;I often wonder if it would be easier on the body if I were to take it slow, but unfortunately that is not my nature. No rest for the wicked. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo7weskwUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NSle8RBgT40/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254077619340886338" style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="115" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo7weskwUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NSle8RBgT40/s200/IMG_2925.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo6_mqfBRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6ntXcZMiG5g/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254076779666015506" style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="93" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo6_mqfBRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6ntXcZMiG5g/s200/IMG_2919.JPG" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078057382032306" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo8J-huM7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/19vfvrTgnRM/s200/IMG_2928.JPG" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo9unWMV2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/TRtvxZVrfeo/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254079786326447970" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo9unWMV2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/TRtvxZVrfeo/s200/IMG_2945.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR:#330099;" &gt;We purchased these benches from a hotel liquidator. I think he said they were from the Phoenician. I decided to make them work for three rooms of the house. The two with red walls are in the game room. The blue is in the guest room, and the yellow is in the salon--I also covered it in vinyl, so it wouldn't get ruined by chemicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo-EiTcwoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/F-nC9tPB4EM/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254080162929885826" style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo-EiTcwoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/F-nC9tPB4EM/s200/IMG_2947.JPG" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR:#330099"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salon&lt;/strong&gt;-The left chair is from the hotel liquidator (Wendy's Restaurant) and the white one was dark brown--from a yard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo8lywdwSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jJ242AhRa4c/s1600-h/IMG_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078535258980642" style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo8lywdwSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jJ242AhRa4c/s200/IMG_2937.JPG" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Media room&lt;/strong&gt;- Ordered a huge block of foam. Yes, it's one piece. Then slip covered it to coordinate with the room. We use it as a table, foot stool and a bed. Comes in very handy when kids are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo8W4UJJPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/40oAuLAG-SQ/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078279052764402" style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo8W4UJJPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/40oAuLAG-SQ/s200/IMG_2930.JPG" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game Room&lt;/strong&gt;-Got these from a new furniture manufacturer. They were made for someone else and the order fell through. I thought they were perfect for the game room. I took them home and painted them. Then painted the balls like pool balls, bought foam and upholstered the cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo78zLK5cI/AAAAAAAAAII/WbcqE1zT0K4/s1600-h/IMG_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254077830996354498" style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo78zLK5cI/AAAAAAAAAII/WbcqE1zT0K4/s200/IMG_2927.JPG" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This ottoman was built for storage a long time ago. The first go round it was solid beige. I really didn't think we would use it as long as we have. It was an impulse project. Didn't have a plan really, just made a box and lid, then put wheels on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo7R_6_LEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97h687SR0Aw/s1600-h/IMG_2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254077095683763266" height="109" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo7R_6_LEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/97h687SR0Aw/s200/IMG_2922.JPG" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guest bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;. I took an old door, cut it down a bit on each end, and then upholstered boards and inserted them in the door recesses. Found the door at an antique shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR:#330099;" &gt;Once I start these projects, I seem to get in this &lt;em&gt;zone&lt;/em&gt;. I have to get the job done!&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/4823406088285196942-1147115078595067132?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/1147115078595067132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=1147115078595067132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/1147115078595067132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/1147115078595067132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/projects.html' title='Projects....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOo52DjKqyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BTWxOu9Sb04/s72-c/IMG_2915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-7918198042053545712</id><published>2008-10-04T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:16:08.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fib&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost tooth'/><title type='text'>The Tooth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJR0lq0-SI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DysYLffdUrI/s1600-h/IMG_0472[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251850079374211362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJR0lq0-SI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DysYLffdUrI/s200/IMG_0472%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a funny story of M, a precocious little girl with the personality of a movie star! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M is never at a loss for words. She can make up a story in two seconds flat! Not just a fib, but a extravagantly detailed story of distortion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure a few of her funny little tales will be posted, but I will begin with the tooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M is in kindergarten. About the third week of school she was sitting in class and blurted out to her teacher that she had lost her tooth. Now, the teacher began to panic and asked M where she had lost it. M replied, "I'm not exactly sure!" The teacher had the entire class begin searching for the lost tooth. M helped lead the search, but sadly, never found her tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night M's mom got a call from the teacher. The teacher explained that they had done everything they could to locate M's tooth, but had no luck. M's mom had no idea what she was talking about. The teacher explained that while at school M had lost her tooth and the class spent 30-45 minutes looking for it. Well, M's mom sighed and said she appreciated the class' effort, however, they would never find the tooth!" M had lost it the night before!&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/4823406088285196942-7918198042053545712?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/7918198042053545712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=7918198042053545712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7918198042053545712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7918198042053545712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/tooth.html' title='The Tooth....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJR0lq0-SI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DysYLffdUrI/s72-c/IMG_0472%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-4450361989374442915</id><published>2008-10-02T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:39:46.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Dilly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWZDRFFOhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J8Gywg6Yp08/s1600-h/Dylan+16th+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252772821800925714" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 104px; height: 133px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWZDRFFOhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J8Gywg6Yp08/s200/Dylan+16th+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan spent his birthday playing games, practicing his driving and having his favorite dinner (In &amp;amp; Out Burger!). Then he got to have special birthday &lt;em&gt;kisses&lt;/em&gt; from Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWT3TkaptI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WtnNHkXBgbU/s1600-h/Dylan+In+&amp;amp;+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252767118752655058" style="margin: 0px; width: 89px; height: 85px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWT3TkaptI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WtnNHkXBgbU/s200/Dylan+In+%26+Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWV_-qR1kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9fwZ9zf11HU/s1600-h/B-day+kiss+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252768316078697314" style="margin: 0px; width: 109px; height: 77px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWU8_9MK2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tWIwDI5zNuM/s200/dylan+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252769466782176834" style="margin: 0px; width: 90px; height: 77px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWV_-qR1kI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9fwZ9zf11HU/s200/B-day+kiss+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWWqJ0ZiGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mArxFSqVeuw/s1600-h/b-day+kiss+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252770191331919970" style="margin: 0px; width: 80px; height: 89px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWWqJ0ZiGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mArxFSqVeuw/s200/b-day+kiss+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWWqJ0ZiGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mArxFSqVeuw/s1600-h/b-day+kiss+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-4450361989374442915?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/4450361989374442915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=4450361989374442915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4450361989374442915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4450361989374442915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-dilly.html' title='Silly Dilly!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOWZDRFFOhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/J8Gywg6Yp08/s72-c/Dylan+16th+b-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6399377283245689777</id><published>2008-10-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:55:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday Dylan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOUBLAP37BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OW3gu_XMBGs/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252605828954319890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOUBLAP37BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OW3gu_XMBGs/s200/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Today is Dylan's Sweet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, wait...What do you call it when a boy turns 16?&lt;br /&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;Where should I start with the description of this amazing child/boy/teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He totally encompasses the three I's--intuitive, intellectual, and inquisitive. He never misses a beat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan is my youngest. He is very in tune with his core beliefs, and he's an old soul. It's like his mind never stops wondering and searching for answers. (I can't imagine where he got the &lt;em&gt;inquisitive&lt;/em&gt; part?;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is very deliberate and faithful. His faith knows no bounds. He helps keep us all on the straight and narrow, always choosing the right path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do feel like my boys are grown. It's amazing, the transformation from baby to teenager. They change so much and life is so busy. You can miss some of the the best moments if you don't &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;reflect&lt;/em&gt;. I am so glad that we took so many videos and pictures of the boys growing up. Watching the way their personalities became defined and how they became &lt;em&gt;men&lt;/em&gt;. I was blessed with two terrific boys. Being a parent is the most rewarding experience in the world. I never could have imagined the joy that my boys have brought to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Happy Birthday Dylan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;May you be blessed with all that you wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Love Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&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/4823406088285196942-6399377283245689777?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6399377283245689777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6399377283245689777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6399377283245689777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6399377283245689777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-16th-birthday-dylan.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday Dylan!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOUBLAP37BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OW3gu_XMBGs/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-4609272021337156121</id><published>2008-09-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:40:16.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasty'/><title type='text'>Another baking adventure.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJWFI06tNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8y4L8J1aAVA/s1600-h/chupa+bread+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251854761736189138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJWFI06tNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8y4L8J1aAVA/s200/chupa+bread+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not Jewish, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this recipe for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Challah bread&lt;/span&gt; online. It was posted &lt;a href="http://theweightinggame.ivillage.com/dietfitness/2008/08/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; by Leslie at the Weighting game. I just had to try it out. It was a very simple recipe and easy to make. It was also very tasty. I love trying new recipes and feel especially rewarded when it turns out well.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (The only negative to this bread is that it's best when fresh out of the oven. It doesn't taste nearly as good the second day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Challah Bread&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One package dry yeast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 tsp. kosher salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 tsp. sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Approx. 4 cups of flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 cup very warm water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/4 cup butter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 eggs, beaten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Egg wash (1 egg mixed w/ little milk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mix yeast, salt, sugar and one cup flour.&lt;br /&gt;In separate bowl, mix water and butter until it melts.&lt;br /&gt;Add liquid to dry mix and stir until well combined.&lt;br /&gt;Add eggs and stir again.&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/4 cup flour at a time to mix, stirring each time until well combined.&lt;br /&gt;When mixture becomes stiff, put on floured surface and start to knead . Add flour as necessary to prevent sticking. Knead at least five minutes but longer if necessary. Put the dough in a greased bowl and cover with plastic wrap and lightweight towel. Let rise for an hour or two until big and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Punch it on down and knead again for 1-2 minutes. Put back in bowl &amp;amp; cover for 20-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Portion the dough into three section and roll into ropes.&lt;br /&gt;Braid the dough, pinching the ends and turning them under so the seam is hidden. Brush with egg wash then let dough rest 15-20 minutes and place in oven. Bake 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-4609272021337156121?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/4609272021337156121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=4609272021337156121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4609272021337156121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4609272021337156121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-baking-adventure.html' title='Another baking adventure.......'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SOJWFI06tNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8y4L8J1aAVA/s72-c/chupa+bread+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-4309661048749571349</id><published>2008-09-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:08:18.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Have I mentioned that I love to bake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNhChXfvrVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ew3CuVs-17I/s1600-h/G-bread+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018506710592850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNhChXfvrVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ew3CuVs-17I/s200/G-bread+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not my Christmas baking has begun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhh…This may be my Christmas gift for family members who live &lt;em&gt;nearby&lt;/em&gt;. They are all quite large and very heavy. They are extremely &lt;em&gt;fragile&lt;/em&gt;, as everything is edible. There is no way to ship these. &lt;em&gt;Sorry folks&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky enough to be invited to take a gingerbread house class about 10 years ago. My teacher, Linda Black, was amazing. She makes the most gorgeous, ornate structures you have ever laid eyes on. I later took a series of cake decorating classes from her. They helped my skill level tremendously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m addicted…&lt;/span&gt;I truly enjoy the process. I guess you could say it's THERAPY. The biggest blessing is that I don’t enjoy the taste of gingerbread. (Now, if it were chocolate, that would be a different story. It’s hard enough not munching on all the candy laying around.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made about three houses so far. My goal in the future is to make them look more “lifelike.” I've spent many hours searching for new and different ideas, and I've found four really good patterns to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always open for suggestions on things to try or houses to copy. Someone recently suggested my house! That’s totally out of the question. 1.) I would never be able to move it and 2.) it would take me weeks just baking gingerbread. For those of you who don’t know, we live in a very odd basement home with many patios and stairs. It would be a very challenging creation. I would need a team of little elves to help with frosting production and tip cleaning. (That’s the worst part about the whole job.) &lt;strong&gt;Any volunteers&lt;/strong&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/4823406088285196942-4309661048749571349?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/4309661048749571349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=4309661048749571349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4309661048749571349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/4309661048749571349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-i-mentioned-that-i-love-to-bake.html' title='Have I mentioned that I love to bake?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNhChXfvrVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ew3CuVs-17I/s72-c/G-bread+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-7065914941350613722</id><published>2008-09-27T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:47:49.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairdresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic brownies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salon stories'/><title type='text'>Brownies anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You can't judge a book by its cover.  In the beauty industry you have the privilege of working with people from all walks of life. I have learned that no matter how "normal" I am or how hard I try to create a safe and comfortable working environment, some things are completely out of my control. A fellow stylist, let's call him Dave, often began each day with help from some mysterious substance. He had been to Hell and back, in and out of rehab, and was always trying to reinvent himself. Besides his on-again, off-again struggle with sobriety, it would be safe to say that he was no stranger to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt; side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at work one day, a new client -- very sweet, quiet and shy, the mother of two small boys -- and I were discussing how to make a particular &lt;em&gt;no fail&lt;/em&gt; brownie recipe. We were talking when Dave interrupted to announce my client needed to hear his brownie recipe. He called them Heavenly Hash Brownies and proceeded to explain why the secret ingredient was the key to euphoria. You should know that my client had no idea what hash was or where to get it. She became very interested -- she had never made anything that brought one to euphoria. I shot Dave a few looks that could kill, but he just wouldn't stop. Finally I explained to her that I did not use or know how to get the main ingredient, which I warned her was illegal. That said, I was sure she didn't want the recipe. After all, she was a mom and as straight as an arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was I ever wrong! She thought it was brilliant and wanted to get detailed information on how to obtain this secret ingredient! (She couldn't wait to bake a batch for her bunco night.) Dave was more than happy to oblige! I never asked if she actually made the brownies, but she and Dave became the best of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another day in the life......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-7065914941350613722?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/7065914941350613722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=7065914941350613722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7065914941350613722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/7065914941350613722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/brownies-anyone.html' title='Brownies anyone?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2986052353915884388</id><published>2008-09-26T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:38:06.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>So very sad...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who haven't heard about Christian and Stephanie Nielsen, please &lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about this horrible accident and the strength that this family has to endure. Click on the "about Nie" post at the top and it gives the history.This family has incredible faith, compassion and will.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to contribute go&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-2986052353915884388?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2986052353915884388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2986052353915884388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2986052353915884388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2986052353915884388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-very-sad.html' title='So very sad...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-6748571018590367506</id><published>2008-09-25T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:44:20.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apprehension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First haircut'/><title type='text'>First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQb6S1MvnXY/SMlxA_MbE0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1UvE-K44B_o/s1600-h/2008-08-05+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky enough to give &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hayden&lt;/span&gt; his very first haircut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a bit apprehensive, but it didn't begin in the most enjoyable way.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayden-john.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://hayden-john.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;For those of you who have photos of me giving your child their first haircut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to add them to my "first haircut" archive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just send me a copy&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/4823406088285196942-6748571018590367506?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/6748571018590367506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=6748571018590367506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6748571018590367506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/6748571018590367506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/honors.html' title='First Haircut'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-3713338481692918262</id><published>2008-09-24T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:07:22.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Meme</title><content type='html'>I don't normally do this, but it I've been tagged. I challenge everyone else to do this on their blog! ( I can't wait to read them!) The challenge of this meme is that all the answers have to be just one word. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have any idea how hard that is for me&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your cell phone? desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your significant other? Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hair? straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother? kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your father? sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your favorite thing? family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your dream last night? happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your favorite drink? Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your dream/goal? peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room you’re in? office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hobby? many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your fear? loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you want to be in 6 years? home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you’re not? lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muffins? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of your wish list items? Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you grew up? Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing you did? work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite gadget? laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your pets? Callie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your computer? helpful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mood? Lite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing someone? Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your car? cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite store? many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your favorite color? purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time you cried? weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-3713338481692918262?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/3713338481692918262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=3713338481692918262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3713338481692918262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/3713338481692918262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-meme.html' title='Today&apos;s Meme'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2211491921094034541</id><published>2008-09-23T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:43:43.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diva style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Sob......</title><content type='html'>Here is a cute little ditty about an adorable little girl (not so little any more) named Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom would often bring kids she babysat with her to the shop while her girls would get haircuts. (I have toys for them to play with while they wait.) After cutting Emily's hair she would always like to see the sides and the back. She would shake her head and act like a queen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ery cute&lt;/em&gt;! They way she studied herself in the mirror was priceless. I had given her a very short wedge (very Dorothy Hammill-ish). She hops down and walks over to Hunter, who is the same age as Emily. He was a very sweet little boy minding his own business, playing with a puzzle. Emily stands above him in a very firm tone and says, "Hunter (gets no response), Hunter!!! (He looks up annoyed.) What do you think about my hair?" (Then she twirls). He just shrugs his shoulders and says, "It's O.K., I guess." Emily tells him it looks beautiful and storms away,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;diva style.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute Emily story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., Emily is about 7 (a very grown up 7) , her sister Meagan is 3. Mom and grandma are in the front seat and all of the sudden they hear Emily sobbing in the back. Not just crying, but sobbing! Real tears, gut wrenching, body-shaking sobs. Grandma (GiGi) immediately turns around to see what horrible harm has come to her docile granddaughter. "Emily, what is the matter?" With a deadpan face, no evidence of emotion, she replies, "Nothing GiGi, I'm teaching Meagan how to sob!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE--Emily is now in drama, symphony and piano. (Who would have guessed?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-2211491921094034541?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2211491921094034541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2211491921094034541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2211491921094034541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2211491921094034541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/sob.html' title='Sob......'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-921694012945173945</id><published>2008-09-22T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:52:00.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='response'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subscription'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feed back'/><title type='text'>Funny responses....</title><content type='html'>I have to begin by saying thanks so much for all the feedback on the blog.  So encouraging!  I have gotten most responses in my e-mail, not in the comments. Interesting......&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends/clients have shared very funny stories about their lives and some "want me to share", so they have requested that I use a pseudonym for them. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately, a few of those clients may not have their stories published here, as this is a family friendly blog! :-) I would hate to give anyone a&lt;em&gt; coronary&lt;/em&gt;. I'll have to figure out how to let them click to view the story or something.  So much to learn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-921694012945173945?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/921694012945173945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=921694012945173945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/921694012945173945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/921694012945173945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-responses.html' title='Funny responses....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-8219628434305484900</id><published>2008-09-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:57:15.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collegelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sibling rivalry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>College Bound</title><content type='html'>Many people have inquired about Zach going off to college! How am I holding up? How is he liking it? What's his little brother think?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNaoFMEaRPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzS_OqZ-1n4/s1600-h/asutshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248567222839428338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px 10px 5px 0px" alt="Zach's loving ASU" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNaoFMEaRPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzS_OqZ-1n4/s200/asutshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Zach is having the &lt;strong&gt;time of his life&lt;/strong&gt;--loves, loves, loves it! He has only been home three times and those times were for just one night. (&lt;em&gt;God forbid&lt;/em&gt; he miss any social action!) He seems to have met quite a few really nice kids. I think there is a group of 10. They are all Art and Theatre majors. He has started really enjoying the guitar. He has been teaching himself to play and I think occasionally writing a song or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BTW...It's not the SCREAMO music/crap. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Thank you GOD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!) Dylan is loving being "an only child." He was so mistreated before, you know!&lt;br /&gt;I think he misses Zach. He gets wired and excited when Zach is coming home. As time goes on he will realize how much FUN it was to have his brother around. Dylan's birthday is Oct. 2 and he will be 16 and getting his license. So he too will be free...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNargg1k2OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_SY7Y07yFVk/s1600-h/IMG_9709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248570990805702882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNargg1k2OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_SY7Y07yFVk/s200/IMG_9709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My World has been turned upside down this year&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNargg1k2OI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_SY7Y07yFVk/s1600-h/IMG_9709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;As for Sean (my husband) and I, we really miss having him around. You get used to seeing a person every day for 18 years and WHAM! they grow up!!! I am doing much better than I expected. I try and only call him every few days. Just needing a HEADS UP! Making sure he's O.K. I have noticed that he isn't as testy with the phone calls now. I guess he needed time to find his place and his daily routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUCH..... It's hard letting go.&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 style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNaq0j19jbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QI16uIGNhOo/s1600-h/zsgrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248570235698384306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 5px 10px 10px 5px; WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNaq0j19jbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QI16uIGNhOo/s200/zsgrad.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I think this is harder on Sean. Sean tries to stay updated on the schoolwork more than I do. I have such a Type A mind set and no ability to control the outcome, so it's better that I don't obsess. The not knowing what he's doing is what kills ya! &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;I will say, the key is BALANCE, for everyone involved. So for all you parents out there, especially with young ones&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, it isn't easier when they leave! Just different. The heartache you feel when you are away from them stays for the rest of your life. On a lighter note! Take time to stop during the day and enjoy every minute you have with them. The time goes by so quickly. &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/4823406088285196942-8219628434305484900?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/8219628434305484900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=8219628434305484900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/8219628434305484900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/8219628434305484900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/college-bound.html' title='College Bound'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/SNaoFMEaRPI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzS_OqZ-1n4/s72-c/asutshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-172033230889050234</id><published>2008-09-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:00:51.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet and Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life lessons....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Trying to figure this out.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted, but I have been trying to figure out the best way to tackle this project.  I've been trying to learn ways to make it perfectly easy to post and construct what I'm trying to say.- O.K. I know it won't be perfect, but God knows I'll try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very interesting challenge for me.  I have been a&lt;em&gt; Lurker&lt;/em&gt; on many Blogs for so long, but I've never felt that  I'm "computer savvy" enough to try it on my own.  Huge step for me and I must admit, quite confusing.  I had a couple computer classes in College, but that was ions ago and my husband has always been here to save me from myself and all my computer mistakes.  ("Honey why is this so slow?.... What happened to my screen?.... I swear I didn't delete anything!... How would I possibly know how to delete a Modem?")  He has had to endure my p.c. ignorance for so long. It's amazing to see how much faith he has in my ability to figure this Blogging thing out. (Thanks for the&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; honey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been behind the chair for 21 years and will share many of the funny and interesting &lt;strong&gt;stories&lt;/strong&gt; that I have heard. The emotional, uninhibited, tangled lives we lead are no longer completely shocking. Every time I think I've heard it all I haven't. I think of my clients like family.  They entrust me with so many feelings and truths. Together we have struggled, learned, loved and laughed.  Their journeys have become , in a sense, my journey.  &lt;em&gt;I will change all names to protect the innocent and not so innocent.....&lt;/em&gt; I will forewarn you if the story is &lt;em&gt;censored&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;There have been more than a handful of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share my story and journey of finding my &lt;strong&gt;birth mother&lt;/strong&gt;. And the most painful challenge I have ever had to endure, becoming pregnant at the age of 17 and giving up my son for &lt;strong&gt;Adoption&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that I love to &lt;strong&gt;Bake&lt;/strong&gt; and will try and share photos of my creations.  I haven't been very diligent in taking pictures of my favorite concoctions, but I love to see a picture of what I'm going to attempt to make.  Maybe it will take me out of my comfort zone.  I tend to gravitate towards the recipes that contain Chocolate. Yep, I LOVE CHOCOLATE!!!! I also have this cupcake fetish.  They are so adorable and I  could eat one (or more!) daily. But, I have self control.... I won't do that....(-I keep repeating this Mantra in my head!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share my thoughts on&lt;strong&gt; Health&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Diet&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fitness&lt;/strong&gt;.  I have learned through many of my blogs that the key to true success is moderation and accountability. I will also add reviews of the workout DVDs that I use and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added the links of my favorite blogs below. -I'm not sure if I should get their permission first. (Maybe I'll shoot them an quick note and see if they have objections.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find them quite enjoyable and I have learned so may things from these folks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your at all interested.... There is much more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-172033230889050234?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/172033230889050234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=172033230889050234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/172033230889050234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/172033230889050234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-figure-this-out.html' title='Trying to figure this out.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823406088285196942.post-2131614649726302766</id><published>2008-09-14T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:54:00.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I took the plunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I finally did it'/><title type='text'>The beginning....</title><content type='html'>Wow, I finally did it. I can't believe I have finally taken the plunge to have a daily Diary-i.e.-Blog. I have spent the last year of my life lurking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see what people are saying and doing in their lives. I guess that's why I chose to be a "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hairdresser&lt;/span&gt;", is that a derogatory remark?&lt;br /&gt;-O.K. Hair Stylist, Cosmetologist, Barber, Therapist, Instigator, Motivator. Shall I continue?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should give everyone ample warning that I usually say exactly what I'm thinking and I often don't filter my thoughts. I'm not the best speller or writer, for that matter. I will use my blog to share funny stories from the chair, musings that I have found on the web, as well as information that I deem interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I have found that we all share the common threads of chance, insanity, humiliation, and love. If a person looks hard enough they can often find a piece of themselves interwoven in the humanity of another. We are all connected and I believe that in these connections we can help each other.&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many interesting people in my profession. I can honestly say that every time &lt;strong&gt;I think I have heard it all, I haven't!&lt;/strong&gt; It takes a lot to surprise me. I still love what I do, but have found that there are so many things I want to see and do in my life. And with this blog, I will share. Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823406088285196942-2131614649726302766?l=mirrorx2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/feeds/2131614649726302766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823406088285196942&amp;postID=2131614649726302766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2131614649726302766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823406088285196942/posts/default/2131614649726302766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorx2.blogspot.com/2008/09/beginning.html' title='The beginning....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615712991395508066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrmzA-FVjUY/StoCMvyPmlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/fBlUT94VeF8/S220/mothers+day+with+my+boys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
