<?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-1305459682786060106</id><updated>2012-02-13T15:21:11.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay's Last Word 2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8974529357420857736</id><published>2012-02-07T11:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:48:04.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is as Far as I'll Go</title><content type='html'>Bret is always texting me or talking about songs he has heard that remind him of me or remind him of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he texted about a song by Alabama, "&lt;em&gt;Forever is as Far as I'll Go&lt;/em&gt;"  Seems like I have heard that song before, but promised him I would look up the lyrics when I could.  WOW, what a great song.  Love when a song says it better than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Admit I could feel it, the first time we touched.  And the look in your eyes, said you felt as much.  But I'm not a man who falls easily it's best that you know where you stand with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will give you my heart, faithful and true, and all the love it can hold, that's all I can do.  Cause I've thought about it.  How long I'll love you.  And it's only fair that you know... Forever is as far as I'll go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say every time we are together, that I am a LUCKY girl.  I am so glad he didn't give up on me, after that dreadful call to say we were just friends.  I can't imagine my life without him and I can't imagine someone else loving this man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8974529357420857736?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8974529357420857736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8974529357420857736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/02/forever-is-as-far-as-ill-go.html' title='Forever is as Far as I&apos;ll Go'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-702809808045465684</id><published>2012-02-03T13:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:41:39.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking for two</title><content type='html'>I swear that when I was single, I would sometimes come home and think I can't have another tuna sandwich for dinner; and I would wish I had someone to take me out or cook for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a boyfriend now and well, going out to eat has its privileges but it also is doing a number on my waistline.  I started to cook for him and that went over really well.  However, I still feel like my waist line is growing.  WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have vowed we would go walking... going to have to power walk I think.  He might just have to see me sweat!!  I will be big as Dallas before too long and that's not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am making chili.  Let's hope it turns out well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.. and GO PATS!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-702809808045465684?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/702809808045465684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/702809808045465684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/02/cooking-for-two.html' title='Cooking for two'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7595979398878668568</id><published>2012-01-30T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:40:12.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A many of first</title><content type='html'>Our first official photo!  I'm surprised it turned out well but I'm partially convinced that love makes you look 100% better than you actually are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/30/2604.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/30/s_2604.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one!   I'm convinced.  And to think I almost gave up and walked away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I asked my friend Hannah when she knew her husband Clint was the one.  I was so afraid that I was rushing it and that's the last thing I wanted to do.  She said she knew on their first date.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when he bought me tools to fix my faucet in the sink.   I knew he would love me forever-good or bad and to date, he has not proved me wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7595979398878668568?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7595979398878668568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7595979398878668568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-of-first.html' title='A many of first'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-4875454654831273835</id><published>2012-01-26T13:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:35:15.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Nana</title><content type='html'>Dear Nana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The last time we spoke, you asked me a question.  You asked if I had a boyfriend.  I told you no.  You then proceeded to tell me this..."That's okay, Sugar, you will find someone who thinks you are just as special as I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nana.... he's been found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I wish you were here to meet him.  I know you would be happy for me.  However, I think you might have had a hand in this.  I love and miss you terribly.  Thank you for sending this great guy to me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-4875454654831273835?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4875454654831273835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4875454654831273835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-nana.html' title='Dear Nana'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3912659937275612993</id><published>2012-01-18T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:10:28.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its a rather foreign concept to me.  I was in a relationship for 9 years with a guy.. but we never dated.  We had sex, we hung out, we had the same friends, he met my parents, I was in love with him, but we NEVER dated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself, I truly believe, dating a guy.  One guy who is so in to me that sometimes its too much.  He constantly says... "I just want to make you happy."  He is so sweet to me, he listed all the things last night that he "liked" about me.  Some were silly, but some were things I never realized he picked up on.  He sent me flowers yesterday at work.. with a card that read, beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.... out of the blue.  Never asked for flowers, never even talked about it.  Just random.  Never had ANYONE send me flowers, just because.  I used to have to beg my dad to send me flowers for special occasions, because I didn't want to be the only one not getting flowers.  Silly concept now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as my mom pointed out to me last night, I am dating someone.  I am not used to dating and she advised that I have fun and enjoy "dating".    So, I think i will take her advice.. I will go with it and face my fears about this entire roller coaster ride I have sat down in.   Cause really, dating does seem like a scary fun ride that you really want to ride and enjoy, but you can't help but get that nauseous feeling and think maybe you need to get off, but can't.  I am strapped in folks...  please, please wish me luck.  Its been a LONG time since I have done this.. and I am too old to screw it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3912659937275612993?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3912659937275612993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3912659937275612993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/01/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8446359876164799528</id><published>2012-01-03T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:49:17.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2012</title><content type='html'>Well I think every year, I say to myself, this year is going to be my year.  MY YEAR could mean anything really.  This year, I think it might be a good year... not necessarily MY YEAR, but a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 10, 2011, I went on a date.  Yes a DATE.... with a cute guy.  Things went really well.  I knew this guy previously and so I wasn't nervous, AT ALL, and I had a great time.  Following that though, things went haywire(long, crazy story) and I had to slow it down to and have the dreaded..."Let's just be friends" chat.  It was the most horrible, awkward thing I have every had to do.  However, this guy has not given up and he is really starting to grow on me...so just maybe, God has sent me a prince!  He truly is a nice guy with a heart of gold.  I really do think he would do whatever it took to make me happy and safe.    So if you are reading this, pray for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the week off after Christmas which is always nice.  Didn't have a dime to spend this year, but I still managed to take some much well needed time  and spend quality time with my family.  Of course, I am sick now... sore throat and I am exhausted still, but hopefully this will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each of you had a great holiday and that your New Year is YOUR YEAR!!!!  Sorry, I have no pictures to post... guess I was too busy having fun that I didn't snap one photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to each and everyone of you who reads this blog and GO HOGS!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8446359876164799528?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8446359876164799528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8446359876164799528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-2012.html' title='January 2012'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1132392021918387369</id><published>2011-12-22T13:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T14:02:07.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hope each and everyone of you who reads this blog(which may be the only ones who get the email..haha) have a safe and happy holiday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots to be thankful this year.  Thankful for my family, my life, my health, and many great friends and co-workers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short blog, but I really hope you guys have a great holiday.  I will try to post about my crazy Christmas outings.  Won't be anything like the year I got stuck in Carlisle and there was only the church to stay warm and dry.. but that is for another blog entry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HO HO HO and MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1132392021918387369?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1132392021918387369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1132392021918387369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5603539846962262799</id><published>2011-12-06T04:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:04:41.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>Monday, December 5, 2011, I discovered that I am surrounded by some good people.  I'm calling them my Angels because what they did for me goes beyond being generous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Monday freezing.  Only to find my heat was down to 63 and normally set at 71.  I then immediately started  texting and fretting on what to do... More importantly how in the world I would pay for this.  Being it 20 days before Christmas and I had less than $100.00 in my checking account. So as any of you can imagine, I cried.  A very hard, moaning cry. I didn't at first. I tried to stay calm.  I knew this was coming and certainly part of being a home owner, but I just wasn't prepared.    Are you ever really prepared?   However after I started getting the "sorry, I can't help you, I don't know what to tell you" responses, I lost it.   I haven't cried like that since I don't know when.  Well I take that back, I do, but that's another story. However, little did I know, Angels were coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To skip all the other drama, turns out my heater was leaking carbon monoxide and I would be dead in the morning.  Want to know what I'm having to give myself for Christmas?   Yep, take a HUGE guess!     However, if it wasn't for the generosity of some people Leading me to some very helpful professionals I don't know where I would be.  Dead I guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in a hotel room because of another generous soul.  She and her husband wouldn't take no for an answer.  Here 20 days before Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed beyond measure.  I really am.  I can't believe the generosity of others.  I don't know how I'll ever repay these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my message is this, never ever doubt there is good in people.  There are Angels among us and you never know when they will swoop in.   It's like that commercial where someone gets generosity handed to them and then they do the same for someone else and it just keeps on going.   Kind of like a great chain letter!   I can't wait for my moment to truly help someone out because without the help of some folks, I would be dead.  Harsh and maybe a little dramatic you might think, but it's the truth!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try and go back to sleep now, but I just had to get my last word in!!!  Happy Holiday blog buddies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5603539846962262799?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5603539846962262799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5603539846962262799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/12/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2828923113471098366</id><published>2011-11-30T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:43:35.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a true believer in God.  I am also a true believer in God showing you the way.  You might not see it at first, or it might hit you like a ten pound weight.. but I do believe he shows you the way.  I most recently learned that sometimes he shows you what you have by showing you what you DON"T want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently had that experience.  I learned that I am right where I need to be.  It may not be perfect, but its where I need to be at this point in my life.  Maybe something great is on the horizon and I just need to stay put to see it.  I will of course continue to pray.  Pray for life's blessings, for less stress, for peace in my own world as well as the entire world.  Maybe it was my Christmas miracle?&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/1305459682786060106-2828923113471098366?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2828923113471098366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2828923113471098366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-when-you-think.html' title='Just when you think...'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6208928209071130686</id><published>2011-11-13T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:36:31.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>The first of November my family and extended family got together to celebrate Ms Silliman's( my step dads mother) 90th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by taking a day cruise on the Arkansas Queen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3237.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3237.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done this, I highly recommend it.  It really was a good time.  I think everyone had a great time.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3238.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3238.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='207' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of us, but they treated us all very well!   They helped us celebrate in style for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other pics from our trip!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3239.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3239.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3240.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3240.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3242.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3242.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3243.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3243.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3244.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3244.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3245.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3245.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3246.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3246.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3247.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3247.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3248.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3248.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/13/3249.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/13/s_3249.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about this weekend was I ate more than I had all week.  But it was worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6208928209071130686?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6208928209071130686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6208928209071130686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2742310534524250440</id><published>2011-10-30T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:49:27.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/30/4213.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/30/s_4213.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pumpkin Carver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/30/4214.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/30/s_4214.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivacious Vampire!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2742310534524250440?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2742310534524250440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2742310534524250440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2816943268923276010</id><published>2011-10-05T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:20:33.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another confirmation day!</title><content type='html'>Today a very wise man said the following to me!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes people spend a lot of time looking for the perfect person when they really need to be making themselves perfect" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......or something close to that!   But it made perfect sense!  It was just another confirmation that I need to work on me.  I may never find a soul mate, but if I'm not happy with myself, it won't really matter I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2816943268923276010?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2816943268923276010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2816943268923276010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-another-confirmation-day.html' title='Just another confirmation day!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-4108515827887706789</id><published>2011-09-28T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T20:11:23.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed call</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/28/3785.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/28/s_3785.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my phone rang (which really if I must be honest, doesn't happen very often, especially from my dad).  I normally have to call him and more so than not I have to call several times(sometimes, not all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to live with it.  For the longest time I wanted him to be this dad who called often and came to see me, blah blah.   But that's not my dad.  He is who he is.  He loves me I know that.  I know my sister and I are very special to him and often times he shows it in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is not perfect. He's not a role model.  He's my dad and well I wouldn't trade him.  He is a great storyteller. He recently told one of his best friends how proud of me he was. It really was the best thing I had ever heard.  (that and Sophie calling me Sissy and she loved me for the first time). He has taken me on some great trips. He was very calm and fair when I got caught sneaking out in high school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he called me "just to check on me".  It was nice.  We talked football, house projects(that may never get accomplished).  At the end he told me he loved me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he may not be perfect, a random phone call from your dad might not be anything special to you, but tonight it was just what I needed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-4108515827887706789?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4108515827887706789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4108515827887706789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/09/much-needed-call.html' title='A much needed call'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2051603791981475928</id><published>2011-09-27T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:07:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it all wrong.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU3ybpQCDuQ/ToIM5wR5beI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DihOmxqgCAs/s1600/320148_288054334554696_100000503964087_1204533_242965139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 314px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657098268282809826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU3ybpQCDuQ/ToIM5wR5beI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DihOmxqgCAs/s400/320148_288054334554696_100000503964087_1204533_242965139_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to the realization that maybe God has been trying to tell me something.  I have prayed and begged for someone to come into my life.  I guess I thought having a man in my life would make me happy.  Although I have not completely changed my mine about that, I think that maybe I need to find happiness myself first.  Don't get me wrong, I am not unhappy, but I think that I need to work on me and then maybe it will happen or maybe not, but maybe by then, I will have found true happiness either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself alone and crying for no reason, other than I am lonely and I don't like it.  Of course with that being said, it doesn't take much for me to cry.  In fact I cried last night when Rob Kardashian got done dancing.  He had done so well and his mom was there and she was so happy for him.  Really, Rob Kardashian?  There are times though I just can't take it and I cry myself to sleep.  I know all you married people tell me its not always green on your side, but night after night of not having anyone to talk to, gets old and it starts to build up really.  Its enough to drive this single girl to tears sometimes more than others!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never thought I was pretty.  I was always Caroline's fat sister.  My great grandmother used to tell me how fat I was.  My grandmother's maid who upon meeting me for the first time, told me I was the fat one, as my sister who has always been skinny stood beside me.  It was such a blow because at the time she told me that, I wasn't nearly as fat as I am now.  I work on it and I guess it will always be a struggle for me.   Weight, its such a thorn in my side and I wonder sometimes if I will ever be happy with what I weigh.  Weight is not all, I don't think I am pretty.  I have a crooked nose, and I am too pale.  I don't take pictures well and I dread having them taken to tell you the truth.  I have used flirting to overcome my insecurities, but I have learned that doesn't always work in my favor and then I just end up looking dumb.  I used to think my long legs were my best part, but often times I look at them and the are just fat too and pale and well maybe not so much.  I AM MY WORST ENEMY.... can't you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all the whining I have blessed you with blog buddies, I am in desperate need working on me.  I need to find ME.  Then maybe everything else will fall into place.  I realize that I am blessed and that maybe I shouldn't whine about petty things such as looks, but I am not happy with me.  How do I get to be happy with me?  It will be a journey I am sure.  Stay tuned.......&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/1305459682786060106-2051603791981475928?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2051603791981475928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2051603791981475928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/09/doing-it-all-wrong.html' title='Doing it all wrong.....'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU3ybpQCDuQ/ToIM5wR5beI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DihOmxqgCAs/s72-c/320148_288054334554696_100000503964087_1204533_242965139_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1271584161306720486</id><published>2011-09-21T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:34:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All A's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its official(or at least right now) my sweet baby is smart.  She got all A's in her report from school.  She is reading at a very high level.  In fact they tested her and she was reading at 4.1 which I was told meant at a fourth grade level month one.... and she is only in 2&lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/font&gt; grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was told by her piano teacher that she needed to be in the advanced class, since she was pretty much stopping to teach the other kids how to play.  I think she gets that from &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mimmie&lt;/font&gt;.. cause I hated playing the piano and to this day, I do not regret getting out of taking lessons.  But she seems to love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God she is smart and is good at things she does.  I remember soon after she was born and at home, I went up there to see her.  I went and woke her up(i know i know) and held her and told her she could be anything that she wanted to be.  I told her I hoped she was smart and would always try her best.  I think she might have been listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first disaster may be coming up soon.  Her best buddy is moving to Florida.  Like Sophie and this girl our always together.  They are in the same class, they ride home together.  Last I heard neither one of them knew it but Sophie will take it one of two ways.  She will either be &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/font&gt;, or she will chalk it up to one of life's bumps and deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so smart and kind and just a great kid.  I am so glad she is my niece. I really don't think I could ask for a better one!!!&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/1305459682786060106-1271584161306720486?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1271584161306720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1271584161306720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-as.html' title='All A&apos;s'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2059944790288866620</id><published>2011-09-03T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:36:51.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest cheerleader</title><content type='html'>You argue with that and you are just wrong!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/4612.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_4612.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to take Sophie to her first HOGS game tonight.  She had a great time!  Called those hogs like a champ.  Had popcorn and a hot dog, and crashed on the ride home!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogs won like 51-7... A blowout, ass whoopin for sure!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2059944790288866620?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2059944790288866620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2059944790288866620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/09/cutest-cheerleader.html' title='Cutest cheerleader'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1384357606013734565</id><published>2011-08-08T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:37:40.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite box</title><content type='html'>I started my favorite box.  It's actually a metal safe box filled with things that mean a lot to me.  It  so far contains pictures and a few notes from people that mean the most to me.  I will continue to fill it up. He'll I might have to get a bigger box or might have more than one, but it's just something to keep all my thoughts of things that mean a lot to me in one place!   I can't keep them all in my grandmothers bible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a belated birthday card from one of my best friends and it was just what I needed!   I've missed her and her words made me happy. (oh I cried too) but I needed to hear that today!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a box, what would be in yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1384357606013734565?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1384357606013734565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1384357606013734565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-favorite-box.html' title='My favorite box'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3964608103434927239</id><published>2011-08-05T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:59:44.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home made is the best</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite people in the entire world made me this birthday cake!  It was so good. Two types of frosting and three candles on one side and seven on the other(not 37 all together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/05/4716.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/05/s_4716.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blurry but I just love that face!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/05/4717.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/05/s_4717.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that face I will do anything for, it's that face that makes things better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend blog buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3964608103434927239?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3964608103434927239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3964608103434927239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-made-is-best.html' title='Home made is the best'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1353598578864710672</id><published>2011-08-03T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:59:39.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>37</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday!  I can't remember when I had a better day!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of birthday wishes from so many people!   I mean facebook is great in making your birthday so much better!   When people tell you they feel like a rockstar, it's so true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet daddy sent me beautiful flowers and the sweetest card-ON TIME.  Which is something amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/03/2621.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/03/s_2621.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got a pedicure and manicure which was fabulous.  I always want to get one but never know where to go and well just don't splurge enough!  I think I might have to budget that in, cause it was so worth it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with a little birthday money I went shopping and found a much needed little black dress for my birthday celebration with friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great friends came out to help me celebrate.  I unfortunately did not get a picture    But I have some amazing friends for sure... Even made some new ones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1353598578864710672?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1353598578864710672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1353598578864710672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/08/37.html' title='37'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8648283795234905998</id><published>2011-07-31T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:58:31.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of candles</title><content type='html'>My mom just called to tell me that she had to buy TWO boxes of candles because one box only had 36....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to make me feel young!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8648283795234905998?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8648283795234905998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8648283795234905998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/07/box-of-candles.html' title='Box of candles'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6484153918769310110</id><published>2011-07-29T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:41:43.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Proud Aunt moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68VtYlMCJ7o/TjLheSNyzyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/utZZqlkZES0/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634813994195930914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68VtYlMCJ7o/TjLheSNyzyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/utZZqlkZES0/s400/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie attends a "Summer School" type program during the summer that offers a wide range of activities.  Its not really school, but they learn so many cool things and get to participate in activities..such as learning to play the piano.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie was taught early how to play because she loves going to MiMi's house and playing on her piano.  So I am sure next week, she will give everyone a few concerts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is at her first piano recital.  So proud.  I am so proud that she is such a well rounded little girl.  I remember being at home during the summer and watching TV or going to the pool.  So now she is up to Soccer star, basketball star, dance diva and piano playing fool!!!  So SO proud!!!&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/1305459682786060106-6484153918769310110?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6484153918769310110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6484153918769310110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-proud-aunt-moment.html' title='Another Proud Aunt moment!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68VtYlMCJ7o/TjLheSNyzyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/utZZqlkZES0/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9141219454802251793</id><published>2011-07-27T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:41:31.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY STEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think I am getting old.  I say this because I feel old.  My body hurts I promise you 5 out of seven days.  Probably more than that.  I can't do anything about aging, but I can try to feel better, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I get older, maybe I am getting a little wiser.  I have decided TODAY(why it hit me today, I have no idea)... I am going to try and I mean try to drink more...... WATER.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you hear the earth shift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drink way too much diet coke.  I formally admit it.  SHHH, don't tell my mother.  I am not going to give it up by any means, because I probably would not have any friends, but I am going to try to give in to this water craze and drink more.  I am not going to give you a number because I will fall short I know.  I am just going to try to drink more.  So today... I have a glass of diet coke and I have a glass of water.... its a start folks, don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9141219454802251793?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9141219454802251793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9141219454802251793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-steps.html' title='BABY STEPS'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8685584119517681778</id><published>2011-07-24T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:22:38.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I got to see my best friend whom I don't get to see all that much. Even though it was very brief, I felt like we had not skipped a beat.  Guess that's true friendship.  No matter the distance, you see each other and you pick up where you left off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby, is my best friend.  We have been through so much.  We met in 4th grade... And we were instant friends. I can't remember a lot of things but I remember what she had on that day.  I've never been mad at her long enough to remember.  Her house was my second home, her parents were my adoptive family.  I've seen the loss of her parents, family issues, I've kept her parents ashes, and although she is primarily a vegetarian, we fry an amazing fried chicken!!  So seeing her today was like picking back up.  Even if it was brief, it was a high today for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly drove to Benton to have homemade ice cream with my O'Kelley cousins.  It was a nice visit and yummy ice cream.  My second high for the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy from my hometown, a few years older than me,  died last night by taking his own life.  I can't say I was great friends with this guy but it's very sad to hear when one takes their own life.  I hope whatever pain he was going through, he has found peace. Today that was my low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to try and get some sleep as tomorrow is going to be a long day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy week blog buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8685584119517681778?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8685584119517681778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8685584119517681778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/07/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8593366382841784267</id><published>2011-07-03T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:35:53.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/03/4552.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/03/s_4552.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8593366382841784267?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8593366382841784267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8593366382841784267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-smiles.html' title='Sunday Smiles'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2167127927608409375</id><published>2011-06-25T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:20:34.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Blues</title><content type='html'>SIGH!   I hate when things do not go as planned, therefore missing out on other plans!  That has been my weekend!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bright side is I have successfully kept off 5 lbs.  Now some might think that's not anything to brag about but for me it is!  I started walking three weeks ago, missing a week and&lt;br /&gt;to have lost it and kept it off is an accomplishment for me!  Maybe by September I will have lost my much much needed 10 lbs!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a better weekend than me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2167127927608409375?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2167127927608409375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2167127927608409375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-blues.html' title='Weekend Blues'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-616115711333783731</id><published>2011-06-19T18:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:33:12.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My two dads!</title><content type='html'>Today is Father's Day.  I am very fortunate to have two dads.  My dad, Steve Laney and my step dad, Wally Silliman.  Two very different men, night and day to say the least, but very lucky to have  both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is not perfect and It would be silly of me to say he is. But he is my dad and I wouldn't trade him for anything. Some of his empty promises, but not him.  I know that he is proud of me, I know that he loves me and with that you accept the other stuff.  My dad always has a story and a funny one at that.  He loves music, good food, and wine.  He makes a great steak and he has turned out to be a great grandfather.  I sometimes saw him him arrive late to our choir concerts, etc but he came.  He was front row and center when I graduated.  And the day I heard him tell a group of people how proud of me he was for moving to Little Rock and making it, I cried! He said today again how proud he was if his girls.  I think he should be, I mean Caroline and I have turned out well I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/19/4578.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/19/s_4578.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/19/4579.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/19/s_4579.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step dad Wally came into our lives and has been a positive influence since day one. He had two kids if his own and he never pushed, or tried to be my father.  He was just always a positive force and could fix anything.  He has been great to my mother and he is delightfully great with Sophie.  Sophie ADORES Wally and it just adds one more thing about him that is endearing and makes me thankful he is my stepdad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Fathers Day to my two dads and all the dads out there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-616115711333783731?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/616115711333783731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/616115711333783731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-two-dads.html' title='My two dads!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8035379956290133389</id><published>2011-06-09T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:07:27.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There.....</title><content type='html'>I am slowly pulling myself out of my slump. I am not completely there, but much better.. or at least for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been calm... but so afraid a storm is brewing, but guess no need in worrying about things I can't control right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY found someone who will work out with me and stick with it... or at least we are on day two of this journey... we shall see. But so far it has worked out great. We walked 3.4 miles yesterday. I feel much better and even though Its hard to drag myself out of bed each morning, I feel better physically(duh, right?) I really want to get back to me... not the skinny me(cause lets face it folks, I have never been skinny) but the old me where I felt like i was skinny! The one who didn't hide from a camera or delete, delete, delete photos of me, cause they are unflat for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been speaking to my mother, so I guess that hurdle is over. I kind of played a different card this time and just tried to forget it happened and go on. No need in drudging it back up with her, cause I am sure it will come up again, but I just acted like it never happened and moved on. Funny how sometimes those things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some new hurdles.. but I have to hope I can find a solution soon. Have a great weekend blog buddies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8035379956290133389?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8035379956290133389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8035379956290133389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-there.html' title='Getting There.....'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-421283897394492107</id><published>2011-06-05T04:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:09:52.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there an app for that?</title><content type='html'>It's 3:46 a.m., and I sit in the dark, wanting to cry again because 1) I don't feel good, 2) because I'm miserable!   Is there an app I can download to make it better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that I feel stupid for even writing this because I read medicals everyday about people talking about how depressed they are and I often wonder if they really are.  But I think I'm starting to understand it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm miserable at work or should I say one person in particular is making me miserable and there's nothing I can do to make it better but to leave I guess and well I'm pretty much swimming in debt so that's not really an option.   Jobs are hard to come by and Is the grass any greener? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a self portrait of my self and I didn't recognize the person.  I'm so bloated and fat.  There is a solution to that I suppose so guess I shouldn't even write about it, but it appears I don't have the drive to fix it.  I just eat and I'm bad at that too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having family issues.  I haven't spoken to my mother in a at least a week because she is mad at me for not agreeing with her over my jackass brother in law.  I haven't spoken or seen my sister or niece in I don't know how long.  Busy lives I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly feel sick to my stomach and dizzy and I cry so easily it's embarrassing.  I would go to the doctor but I can't afford it(seriously I can't) and well I'm not bleeding, throwing up or fever, so I'm not sure what they could do.  I never used to be so emotional like I'm these days.  I try not to think about how much I hate my life but I just end up crying about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely and I miss my friends and my grandmother stronger than usual.  I'm crying now and I want to stop but I can't because my life SUCKS and I don't know what to do about it.  I guess I could take something and forget about it for awhile but then I'd still have to wake up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just continue to cry and wear myself out and fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if anybody even reads this. I'm not suicidal just sad.  I'll still be here in the morning. Just had to write it down and nobody reads this anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-421283897394492107?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/421283897394492107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/421283897394492107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-there-app-for-that.html' title='Is there an app for that?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7676185374555831528</id><published>2011-06-02T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:30:28.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies in the Park</title><content type='html'>Give whoever thought of this idea a round of applause and send Ed, or Ed's replacement with balloons and a fat check!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went with some friends to see New Moon.  Yes I've seen it, but it's one of those I don't mind seeing again, although it just got me antsy again for Breaking Dawn.  Nevertheless, it was fun sitting outside( it got cooler as the sun went down), snacks, a route 44, and a little Edward and Jacob.  So nice, great fun and the best part.... It's FREE!  A must do again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very hard to muster up the drive to go to work these days. Being gone for a three day day weekend and having to come back was hard!  One of my difficulties has been gone so far this week, so my stress level has been down, but it's sure to return to spike it back up.  Sometimes I wonder if I really have the nerve to just pack up and run?   Or start a NEW career.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my clothes are hung up and I'm pooped.  Night blog buddies... Sorry for the rambling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7676185374555831528?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7676185374555831528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7676185374555831528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/06/movies-in-park.html' title='Movies in the Park'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3899715833223298794</id><published>2011-05-28T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T12:40:35.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Out</title><content type='html'>I have had a REALLY bad work week!   A week filled with false accusations, arguments, a grown man throwing a two year old fit, and a meeting with the managing partner.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what better way to unwind than take in some great catfish, a beer or two and....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1977.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1977.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Poison!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time rocking out!  It was exactly what this stressed out girl needed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently was not the only one who was living it up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1978.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1978.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1979.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1979.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1980.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1980.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1981.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1981.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She not only has style but like her Aunt, she knows how to take off her shoes and dance "like no one is watching"!!   That's my girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Memorial Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3899715833223298794?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3899715833223298794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3899715833223298794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/05/rocking-out.html' title='Rocking Out'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5115353197519182784</id><published>2011-05-23T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:30:12.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/23/3055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/23/s_3055.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5115353197519182784?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5115353197519182784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5115353197519182784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-memories.html' title='Monday Memories'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2583497710308060558</id><published>2011-05-20T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T19:41:56.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/20/2919.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/20/s_2919.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie has her first dance recital tomorrow.  Maybe her one and only dance recital(according to her). I had every intention of going, but Mother Nature might have other plans.  I'm sad and torn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's one recital and I have been to plenty of soccer games and basketball games and school functions but it's her dance recital.  :(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the weather will change that I'll wake up to sunny skies!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2583497710308060558?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2583497710308060558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2583497710308060558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9177532789512395689</id><published>2011-05-13T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:58:36.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlike the song...</title><content type='html'>It was not hard to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/13/2969.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/13/s_2969.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today I turned in the keys to my 11 year campion.  One that I hauled a rocking chair for my sister before she had Sophie.  The car that drove to Fayetteville and Little Rock and places in between.  A car that has been fun.... Until the AC went out, and the brakes were acting funny!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I said HELLO to my new friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/13/2970.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/13/s_2970.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!!   It drives so smooth, it's got room but not mini van room and it has some perks I was not expecting!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me, I'll have a smile on my face for sure.  Why, cause I'll have a new car with AC and XM radio tuned to all 80's!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9177532789512395689?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9177532789512395689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9177532789512395689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/05/unlike-song.html' title='Unlike the song...'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6841415644583679932</id><published>2011-05-06T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:42:52.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about me</title><content type='html'>I tend to like spending money on others, because spending money on me is just not fun. Don't get me wrong, I've bought things for myself, but I tend to go shopping for me and get something for someone else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put several things down and left the store with a new CD (Adele 21) and a bag of M&amp;m's!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/06/3482.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/06/s_3482.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends, it was all about me today!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6841415644583679932?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6841415644583679932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6841415644583679932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-all-about-me.html' title='It&amp;#39;s all about me'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-4735327971776157194</id><published>2011-04-20T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:12:51.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my dear, true friends who know me, trust me, love me, care about me, and have my back. Thank you for knowing when to cheer me on, knowing when to lift me up and NOT tear me down!     You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-4735327971776157194?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4735327971776157194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4735327971776157194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6251439582026060103</id><published>2011-04-18T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:56:56.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm drained</title><content type='html'>I have been to Camden two weeks in a row and will probably be down there again this weekend.... It's exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some co workers or rather one co worker who thinks that any advice they give should be taken.  Although I appreciate peoples take on things, don't criticize, or be condescending.  And don't call me names like "Bratt"     It's exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained on all fronts.  Emotionally, physically, you name it I'm drained!!!  I'm exhausted and I'm sad. I'm tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6251439582026060103?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6251439582026060103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6251439582026060103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-drained.html' title='I&amp;#39;m drained'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9000017122791483428</id><published>2011-04-11T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:11:42.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush?</title><content type='html'>Okay guys there is this IT guy and he is super cute.  He is very nice too and anyone who knows about computers is pretty smart in my opinion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very easy to talk to.  Today I was just a fumbling idiot.  Probably said all the wrong things today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tempted to spill coke on my computer again just to get him to come back, but that might not work out in my favor, probably would really fry my computer!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I wish I was cute enough to be asked on a date and fall in love!  Cause this single life has ran it's course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9000017122791483428?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9000017122791483428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9000017122791483428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/04/crush.html' title='Crush?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1969981144325320802</id><published>2011-04-10T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:25:28.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What really matters</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went home to attend a wedding.  Part of me dreaded this because I had not lost any weight that I WANTED to, but instead gained.  The other part of me was so excited to see my friend Shannon and Daddy Bruce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can you do?  Hide under the covers and never come out?   I decided that maybe it didn't matter that I had put on a few lbs!  I mean we all gain weight, we get gray hair, we lose our hair and sometimes we even get uglier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and had so much fun!!  I learned sometimes it doesn't matter what you look like, it's who you surround yourself with.  I was even told by a girl there that she didn't have very many good memories growing up in Camden but the good ones she did have  included me!   Wow, talk about a much needed boost!  She even told me I looked beautiful!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/10/3132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/10/s_3132.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Shannon and I.  I totally forgot to bring my camera in but I personally don't think we have changed a bit!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1969981144325320802?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1969981144325320802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1969981144325320802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-really-matters.html' title='What really matters'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7489852608472239791</id><published>2011-04-01T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T19:39:24.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six plus one</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Sophie's birthday. She will be 7.  Seven years ago, my sister made me an Aunt. I have loved that precious girl from day one and never a dull moment!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2837.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2837.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so funny, such a ham!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2838.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2838.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also very smart, loves school and is very athletic!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2839.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2839.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ham part I'll take credit for, and the smarts come from my sister, but I don't know where she gets the athleticism from.  My brother in law is good at Tennis, but this girl has nailed soccer and basketball!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2840.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2840.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is thin, but has a very good frame which is great cause I didn't want her to be fat like me.  Caroline has always been skinny and I'm glad she got that from her!  She is beautiful and I could not be more proud of her!  She loves animals!  My mom and I think she will probably grow up to have a house full of pets!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2841.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2841.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow she turns seven, a first grader, and the pride and joy of our family!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/01/2842.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/01/s_2842.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7489852608472239791?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7489852608472239791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7489852608472239791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/04/six-plus-one.html' title='Six plus one'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3293422533873269459</id><published>2011-03-28T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:35:43.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen my sweet baby Sophie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei80taKjWDI/TZCp-wglYSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iJ3luoWlSuM/s1600/Pretty%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589154033205338402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei80taKjWDI/TZCp-wglYSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iJ3luoWlSuM/s400/Pretty%2Bgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture taken over spring break makes me happy and sad in one breath. She is soooo pretty and well rounded. Everything I hoped she would be. However, in that same breath, where in the world did the time go? Seriously? This prescious girl is about to turn 7 ..... I remember holding her when she was a baby and telling her she could be anything she wanted to be... I think she was listening.. cause beautiful girl surely was one of the things I said she could be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3293422533873269459?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3293422533873269459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3293422533873269459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-you-seen-my-sweet-baby-sophie.html' title='Have you seen my sweet baby Sophie?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei80taKjWDI/TZCp-wglYSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iJ3luoWlSuM/s72-c/Pretty%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2185954201912383988</id><published>2011-03-26T16:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:42:59.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little creativity</title><content type='html'>My sister wanted a desk for Sophie in her new room.  I happen to have one. I also had a cork board that I told Caroline I would freshen up for Sophie's room.  I have been thinking about it ever since.  I went to Hobby Lobby to see what would inspire me.  A few pieces of felt, paint and 6 letters and...... This is what I created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/26/2739.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/26/s_2739.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2185954201912383988?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2185954201912383988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2185954201912383988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-creativity.html' title='A little creativity'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6124680534073623551</id><published>2011-03-21T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:10:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The simple things</title><content type='html'>Sophie is spending a week with MiMi(mom) and they stopped in Little Rock for the start of their adventure!   We took her to the Clinton Library and the Zoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3410.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3410.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3411.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3411.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Eggs and Ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3412.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3412.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about the Clintons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3413.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3413.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3414.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3414.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future President of the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3415.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3415.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour Guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3416.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3416.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life as a Penguin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/21/3417.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/21/s_3417.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6124680534073623551?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6124680534073623551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6124680534073623551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-things.html' title='The simple things'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8176578831084444738</id><published>2011-03-15T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:15:03.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a lot to say!</title><content type='html'>I had to share this story about Sophie.  Any of you that know me, should know that I talk a lot.  I always got into trouble for talking in school.  I used to get scolded from my mom and from my sister about "talking too much".  Which makes this story even more precious to me and why this child is more like me every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yesterday Sophie helped me pull some weeds, sort of. She ran her mouth the entire time….yap. yap, yap. Several times I told her to get busy pulling weeds and stop talking so much. Finally, Patrick said “Sophie, your mother told you to stop talking. You are talking too much.” Without batting an eye, she said “I’m sorry Daddy, but I just have a lot to say. The words just fall right out of my mouth and I can’t stop it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor child, she just can't help it, it does come naturally!!!  Hope you all have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8176578831084444738?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8176578831084444738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8176578831084444738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-lot-to-say.html' title='I have a lot to say!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2924769768476505313</id><published>2011-03-07T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:58:34.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Friendship</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago, I posted that I had a friend, pretty much "de-friend" me.  I was hurt, mad, angry that I was mad, hurt, angry I was hurt... blah blah blah.  After I basically told this person to grow up, I was over it.  I was over it, because I didn't do anything.  I was trying to be a good friend, I was trying to do what this person was askng me to do, and yet, I still get a "don't contact me again" text.  What a bad soap day that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... folks got a text today, asking if I wanted to be friends again.  My response, cautiously was that I wanted to be friends, but I didn't want to have to watch my words knowing something might set this person off again.  So comes to find out, a post on facebook that was totally not about this person, sent this person over the edge.  Did this person give me the opportunity to say, "it wasn't about you", NOOOOOO and I got de-friended from facebook and text, etc.. even Words with Friends for pete sake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say this, I stood my ground and let this person come to me.  Which is not usually how I handle things.  I usually beat a dead horse before its all over with.  But I took this approach, because even though I wanted to be friends, it wasn't goin gto break me if I didn't and I had lived before this person came into my life briefly, I could live without this person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have a friend again.. we shall see.  I am not holding my breath that things won't hit rocky ground again, but I have learned a lesson and will go from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2924769768476505313?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2924769768476505313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2924769768476505313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-friendship.html' title='Update: Friendship'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5687318522618169345</id><published>2011-03-05T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:29:01.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Take 1</title><content type='html'>We re-organized and re-did  Sophies room today.  Then we went and shopped for some stuff to add to her room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/05/3360.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/05/s_3360.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new retro glass table and lamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a bookshelf too, but haven't put it together yet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went shopping!   From my earlier post, it's clear I need to fast for a year, but I did find these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/05/3361.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/05/s_3361.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!  Some sassy red high heels!   They are comfy(at least for now!) and they were just too good to pass up!   I also got a pair of black boots that were 30.00. Yes, I for the first time got a pair of shoes on sale and were a bargain!   The red shoes were not on sale but who cares, right? They are red and high heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to see Sophie play ball!   Girl has some skills!   Some of the girls on the other team couldn't dribble a ball, others were just mean, but Sophie being the tallest, works in her favor for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a good time!   Not looking forward to the drive home, and I could do without the headache I've had, but other than that, good memories part 1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5687318522618169345?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5687318522618169345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5687318522618169345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/memories-take-1.html' title='Memories Take 1'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2128324214528044717</id><published>2011-03-05T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:38:01.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>I'm a lard!   I knew I probably gained a few pounds cause who wouldn't when you haven't really worked out in months, and you have eaten three boxes of Girl Scout cookies since last Friday.  I bought four!(thankfully I have not taken those out of the freezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, standing beside my thin, goes and works out all the time, sister doesn't help any!   None of the clothes I brought work and I'm just one big lard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick!   Although I started today, so in the back of my mind, I hope I'm not as lard as I think I am(  I'm saying Lard, not large cause I think it's fair to say I've moved on from large to Lard!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back to working out and eating better!  I went a whole month with out eating fast food, guess I need to do that again and add some exercise to that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I do this to my self, is beyond me!   Mark this day folks, I am a Lard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2128324214528044717?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2128324214528044717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2128324214528044717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-official.html' title='It&amp;#39;s official!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7639607873841139530</id><published>2011-02-26T15:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:39:02.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Oprah moment of sorts!</title><content type='html'>This week at work has been nothing less than hell!   So as Friday approached, I looked forward to going out to dinner and seeing my Dad's friend, Mr. Mack.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, it was a great end to a bad week!   We had drinks at the Capital Bar and then went to Ristorante Capeo.  We got taken there in a car from the hotel and drank and ate and it was just yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was at the bar when my dad announced how proud of me he was at my accomplishments, etc.  It was an Oprah moment for sure.  Don't get me wrong, my dad has said how proud of me he was, but not like this and not in front of other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I got a headache(due to the alcohol I consumed) it was well worth it!  However, it is diet time!  Eating pasta and bread and Creme Brûlée, I feel very heavy!  but still so worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to having a better week!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7639607873841139530?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7639607873841139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7639607873841139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/02/oprah-moment-of-sorts.html' title='An Oprah moment of sorts!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5003254527307736083</id><published>2011-02-21T22:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:09:16.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>I've always prided myself on my friendships.  I've always gone way beyond than maybe I should.     I've never really had someone tell  me to leave them alone, that they didn't want to be my friend anymore, till today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts because I'm not sure what I did.  I was trying to be a friend, I was trying to be supportive, and I was trying to do what I thought they were asking of me, yet we are no longer friends on  Facebook, no returned text or phone calls, and even went as far as to cancel a game of  Word with Friends.  In mere seconds, I had a buddy, now not so much now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am baffled, I'm hurt, I'm mad, and sad and yet I still am left without a friend.  I was warned this might happen, but I still walked into, because I have always gone way and beyond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to become bitter but I'm tired of putting up the fight sometimes.  Don't get me wrong, I've got some great friends!  But when do you say enough and stop caring about those who don't  care less whether you check on them, or offer support, or just could care less?  Or is that the the hint I'm not seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend will not say never, for the welcome will not end, ..... A lifetime's not to long to live as friends" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that needs to be revised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5003254527307736083?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5003254527307736083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5003254527307736083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2766075702189432047</id><published>2011-02-09T12:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:55:29.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow- Take 2</title><content type='html'>Well they predicted snow, lots of snow and they got it right.   It started this morning and it hasn't stopped since.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1637.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1637.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1638.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1638.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my sister, in NWA has gotten the worst.  Talk about a blizzard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1639.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1639.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is out their back door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1640.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1640.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1641.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1641.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/09/1642.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/09/s_1642.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I type this, it's so blinding white outside!   It's very pretty though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my grandmother today.  She would like all this pretty snow.  I remember so many snow days spent in front of her fire place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bundle up blog buddies and hope your having a great time wherever you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2766075702189432047?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2766075702189432047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2766075702189432047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-take-2.html' title='Snow- Take 2'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2823917242587585349</id><published>2011-02-04T23:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:52:43.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone made mother nature mad</title><content type='html'>It was short wearing weather just a few days ago.  And then just like that, it was deathly cold.  Somebody ticked mother nature off, and somebody needs to apologize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and this southern girl has had enough!   I'm tired of my skin itching, dryness, and static electricity!  Bundling up is getting old!  My new work attire..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/04/3311.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/04/s_3311.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty sad right?  It's always freezing in my office and I had some old gloves and a pair of scissors!  Whah la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/04/3312.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/04/s_3312.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was this morning.  It didn't really do too much, except make the roads a little dicy.  It's suppose to do this again or something next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you did something to make her mad, please apologize stat cause I'm about tired of this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2823917242587585349?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2823917242587585349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2823917242587585349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-made-mother-nature-mad.html' title='Someone made mother nature mad'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6721545743472271365</id><published>2011-02-01T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:03:23.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always be an original!</title><content type='html'>My niece recently broke down and said she was tired of being made fun of.  She was tired of being the tallest and youngest in her class.  How do you tell a 6 year old, that will be the least of her worries as she grows up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece is the tallest of all her friends.  But I think being tall is not a bad thing.  But kids will be kids and even though I would love to go over there and yank those little twits by their ears, I know it's something she has to endure.  It's how she handles it I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted my sister to make sure she was doing okay.  She said she had not brought it up again, so hopefully it has worked itself out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave me a plaque that hangs in my room at home.  It says something about never be a copy, always be an original.   So true!   I hope Sophie learns that lesson and knows how to hold her head up high always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you tell me, how precious is this child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/01/2629.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/01/s_2629.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/01/2630.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/01/s_2630.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/01/2631.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/01/s_2631.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/01/2632.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/01/s_2632.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6721545743472271365?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6721545743472271365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6721545743472271365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/02/always-be-original.html' title='Always be an original!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5810978223041093755</id><published>2011-01-15T20:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:09:27.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WNBA?</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I'm crazy about my niece.  I'm amazed at the things that come out of her mouth and her many talents!  So far she is showing much promise in drawing, soccer, and today basketball.  Never played before, and the girl scored 8 pts!   She is the tallest girl on her team( no shock there) and she got the ball away from the "tall girl" she was covering!   My baby has talent!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/3600.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/s_3600.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/3601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/s_3601.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/3602.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/s_3602.jpg' border='0' width='188' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/3603.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/15/s_3603.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5810978223041093755?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5810978223041093755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5810978223041093755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/01/wnba.html' title='WNBA?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-285728214929764388</id><published>2011-01-12T06:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:02:47.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>It's 18 degrees at this very moment.   Brrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems this time of the year always brings me the blues.   I seem to just go with the flow, I cry more and just am sad. I'm sure I posted something about this at one point last year( don't remind me if I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like the tragedy in Arizona and a classmates brother-in-law dying after a car wreck, or worries over fiances don't help matters.  Sure those things happen everyday, every month in some sort of fashion. But right now they seem to be bothering me more.  My grandmother died in January and although that was years ago, maybe I subconsciously associated this month with that time in my life and things like what's happening in Arizona or even right close to home drudge up those miserable, sad feelings.   Wait, did I just Dr. Phil diagnose myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will try to keep my head up and find something to cheer me up and get me through this dreaded month!   Maybe a dose of this would help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/12/538.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/12/s_538.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sophie and her friend at the movies, with their 3 D glasses!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-285728214929764388?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/285728214929764388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/285728214929764388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/01/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6898846862849254320</id><published>2011-01-09T17:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:32:21.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I was afraid we would not get any today.  I took a nap and woke up to this!!    Hot coco any one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/09/3492.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/09/s_3492.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6898846862849254320?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6898846862849254320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6898846862849254320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6396960854894549952</id><published>2010-12-31T09:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:15:06.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year gone</title><content type='html'>It always seems that every year about this time, people, including me say "I can't believe this year is over already".  I guess some truly  are ready for the year to be over and some maybe wish they had just a few more says.  I can't say this year was special by any means and I'm done with noting to myself that the new year will be "my year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say that every year about this time.  "next year is going to be my year".  My year to meet someone, my year to make something great happen, but I can't say that has ever come true.  I'm still single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think back on a good year.  2004 maybe since that was when Sophie was born.  What a joy that girl has brought.  She is so smart and a hoot to be around.   What we would do without her?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn not to make New Years resolutions cause those never work out.  I tried to make a To Do list and I don't think I did or stuck with anything on that list, so  with this new year approaching, I plan on just trying to do better.  Nothing specific, but just better!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I have no plans on NYE.  Never been a big deal to me.  I might be up at midnight, I might not be!   But I am not upset in the least.  The one year I had a date ( actually had a boyfriend) it was the worst year ever.  His sister decided to spill it she was having an affair and her second baby was not her husbands but the guy she was seeing.  So my boyfriends mother interrupted our night and we had to rush home to deal with that drama, and when my boyfriend finally saw me again, it wax 12:01.  So, I chalk this stupid holiday up to just another day!!  True story!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have plans, have a great, safe time and I'll be talking to you in the new year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6396960854894549952?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6396960854894549952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6396960854894549952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-year-gone.html' title='Another year gone'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3496006796806660086</id><published>2010-12-28T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:03:28.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas round up</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was different.  It was like I just went through the motions. My sister didn't come home this year and my Mom was stressed and busy.  I have already taken down the tree and put all the decor up.  I usually wait till New Years day, so I don't know what I will be doing then!  Anyway, the best thing about Christmas was when my sister texted me to say that Sophie LOVED the guitar I got her!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/3271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/s_3271.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it?   She looks like the next superstar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/3272.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/s_3272.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='188' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is getting ready for Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/3273.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/s_3273.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/3274.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/28/s_3274.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful center piece I put together.    It looks a lot better in person, but I am very proud of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3496006796806660086?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3496006796806660086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3496006796806660086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-round-up.html' title='Christmas round up'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6245917278271034979</id><published>2010-12-10T17:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:46:28.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ornaments</title><content type='html'>My mom, sister and I went to see the movie and it's always meant something to us, so mom got us each one for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2111.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one documents our recent trip to Disney.   What a great trip( minus the long travel getting there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2112.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2112.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's rather fuzzy, but this is one of many ornaments I got from my friend Tracy.  She always got creative and made one out of something!  This, a Santa made from a bullet shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2113.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Santa made from an acorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2114.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2114.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snowman made from a paint stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2115.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one made from a star fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/2116.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/10/s_2116.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6245917278271034979?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6245917278271034979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6245917278271034979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/12/ornaments.html' title='Ornaments'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6394308827521423285</id><published>2010-12-09T18:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:35:21.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite things</title><content type='html'>As you know, I love decorating for Christmas.  I wish I had more money, bigger house and more in me to do it right.  I always think I'm going to buy another tree after Christmas but some how I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thought I'd show off some of my favorite ornaments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/2164.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/s_2164.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother decided one year she was not going to do a tree anymore.  So she divided up her ornaments and gave each grandchild a set   My sorority's mascot( or one of them anyway) is Raggedy Ann. So I have a collection of these.  I think some of my favorites are the wooden ones from my grandmother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/2165.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/s_2165.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/2167.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/s_2167.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/2171.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/09/s_2171.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6394308827521423285?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6394308827521423285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6394308827521423285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1756937208242966651</id><published>2010-12-05T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:10:47.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of First</title><content type='html'>This weekend was great.  My sister and niece came down for the weekend.  We went to the Circus on Saturday(a first for all of us I think).  That was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Church today and it was communion Sunday( a first for Sophie). She did great in big church and actually thought Communion was cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing my sister ever did was making me an Aunt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1756937208242966651?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1756937208242966651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1756937208242966651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekend-of-first.html' title='A weekend of First'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8639467921488184707</id><published>2010-11-28T09:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:09:36.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Hogs</title><content type='html'>Yes, that is Matt Jones.  Miracle on Markham Matt Jones; first round pick of the NFL Matt Jones; and yes busted with drugs Matt Jones, but he tailgated with us yesterday.  Very nice guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/1099.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_1099.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/1101.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_1101.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogs beat ranked LSU last night. It was a great game to be at.  Loud!!! Crowd was great and I had sooo much fun!   Even a slight migraine couldn't stop me from having a good time!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have great friends to tailgate with!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/1102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_1102.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the suit!   BMFP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/1103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_1103.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope each of you had a great Thanksgiving and good weekend!  I know I'm not going to want to return to work tomorrow!   But Christmas will be here soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Little%20Rock,%20Arkansas%20&amp;z=10'&gt;Little Rock, Arkansas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8639467921488184707?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8639467921488184707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8639467921488184707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-hogs.html' title='Go Hogs'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6951612066181371999</id><published>2010-11-21T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:48:07.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I went to Fayetteville this weekend so that my sister could go to the Brandon Flowers concert. Jealous, yes, but I got to spend some good one on one time with my niece.  We had a great time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies.  We made a cake.  I played Monopoly till I don't ever want to play it again.  We had breakfast this morning.  Good times for sure!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/2769.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/s_2769.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/2771.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/s_2771.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/2772.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/s_2772.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/2773.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/s_2773.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/2774.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/21/s_2774.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6951612066181371999?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6951612066181371999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6951612066181371999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-849530870772846856</id><published>2010-10-27T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:39:23.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorority Life</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I drove to my college stomping grounds to attend a sorority alum brunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then drove around the town.  Some things have changed, some things have not.... For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/2220.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/s_2220.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the dorms I lived in.  My lil sis and I, I believe were on the top floor, but our window is shown in this picture.  I truly believe she is the only roommate I had, that I didn't want to kill. We got along great.  We would always turn our music up, open the window, and sing at the top of our lungs!   Good times!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/2232.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/s_2232.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the quad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/2234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/s_2234.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/2236.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/s_2236.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caddo, aka"the Cruddo". This was were we went to eat. Wasn't the best food, but two things you could count on to be yummy!!   Cereal and Waffles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/2237.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/27/s_2237.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Alpha Sigma Alpha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time looking back.  I missed several of my sorority sisters who couldn't make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm sick.  I hate being sick, especially when I can't sleep.  But I got to see dr. McHottie today and hopefully am on the mend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-849530870772846856?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/849530870772846856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/849530870772846856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorority-life.html' title='Sorority Life'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3422133591857738244</id><published>2010-10-17T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:42:43.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun Powder and Lead</title><content type='html'>Race for The Cure was Saturday.  I wanted to finish under 40.  Everyone I know has done it, why couldn't I?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun went off.  I didn't have a very good start.  I was not where I wanted to be, therefore I had to stop and cut through those that were walking.  Very frustrating!!   I then couldn't get my breathing right, and I was out if breath.  So I started to walk a little and run a little,,,, grrrrrrr!!  Then the hill came and that is when I felt like I was lead.  My whole body felt like lead.  It hurt to run, it hurt to walk.    I am not sure what was up, but this race was not mine to own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished @ 40:50.  I am still disappointed in that time, but it is what it is.  I'm not sure if I want to give up on that dream of finishing a 5K under 40 or not.  I don't know how many I have done and always finished the same time.  Maybe I should just call it a loss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Diva of a niece..... Who do you think she looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/17/2655.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/17/s_2655.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3422133591857738244?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3422133591857738244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3422133591857738244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/10/gun-powder-and-lead.html' title='Gun Powder and Lead'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5992569673956141410</id><published>2010-10-14T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:52:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>I had something happen at work that led me to doubt myself.  Actually, it happens more often than not.  I'm human and I make mistakes, but also at times I actually know what I'm doing.  However, lately I don't know that I feel that way anymore.  Actually I know I don't, and it spills over in my personal life too!  If I had any confidence, I'm not sure I have it anymore!   My mom told me I needed to take a confidence pill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my worst critic and believe me when I say, I am pretty harsh.  I'm too fat, I'm not pretty enough, and I feel like I make more mistakes at work than most.  Is it because those things are true, or is it I just don't have the confidence?  Either way, I'm an emotional basket case lately, and I wake up in the middle of the night wondering and doubting myself.  For the sake of my sanity, I have to find it or get it back- MISSING: CONFIDENCE!   IF FOUND, PLEASE RETURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5992569673956141410?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5992569673956141410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5992569673956141410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/10/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8286024104401135332</id><published>2010-10-11T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:18:23.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Monday</title><content type='html'>I have nothing really to offer today, nothing too exciting has happened in my life or those around me to post. However, there are those out there that need a prayer or two, so today I thought I would dedicate it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, if you have been reading this blog, I have posted about dear sweet Zoe. Zoe's mom posted the other day that there were two kids they had met while on this journey of neuroblastoma. There is one child Braxton who will turn three in December. THey have told his mom to take him home, there is not much else they can do. To take him home and make him as comfortable as possible. I get really emotional thinking about how in the world you tell a small child that he is going to heaven. What do you say? So I ask you that you pray for a stranger named Braxton and his family. That you continue to pray for Zoe, Erin and Ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got an email regarding one of my paralegal members. She was forced to go into retirement due to health issues. Her husband just got told he is being put into a different job that he will have to be on his feet all day(apparently has health issues himself) and that his salary will be reduced SIGNIFICANTLY. I struggle every day with finances, so I CAN imagine how I would feel if my salary got reduced. So I ask that you pray for Cynthia and her husband that they learn to lean on God and those around them, and that things get better both financially and physically as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for those young kids out there who are bullied to the point they feel like they have to end their own lives.  Pray that we can teach our kids that everyone is different, yet we all have feelings and something to offer this world, even if it differs from our beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have stories of those that need prayer.  SOme of you might not be very religious, but at least for me, take time out for just a few minutes to think positive thoughts. There are so many of us out there struggling with something.  Call a friend you haven't spoken to in a while, send a funny card, or smile at a stranger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great MOnday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8286024104401135332?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8286024104401135332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8286024104401135332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayer-monday.html' title='Prayer Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6827618772199031361</id><published>2010-09-30T18:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:29:02.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Thursday</title><content type='html'>I mean who doesn't fall asleep while getting their hair done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/30/2069.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/30/s_2069.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6827618772199031361?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6827618772199031361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6827618772199031361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/relaxing-thursday.html' title='Relaxing Thursday'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5096104539731678991</id><published>2010-09-30T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:21:46.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of prayer</title><content type='html'>I believe in it, do you?  I can give you plenty of examples, but one big one I must share.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classmate of mine has a daughter who was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer.  Now, I don't enough about cancer to start spouting off what that means, but I know enough to say that Stage 4 is bad.  This little girl who is the same age as Sophie went through rounds and rounds of chemo therapy.  Finally got rid of "buddy  boy" which is what they called it, naming it after a mean ole dog she didn't care for too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently when going back for check ups, they thought it came back.  So they flew to a specialist who told them, he didn't think it was back, that what was seen on the scans was not cancer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I believe in the power of prayer because we all have been praying for her, her family and for buddy boy not to show his ugly head!   So far, so good!  I know sometimes we don't always get what we pray for.  Thank goodness for that cause I know I have prayed for things I'm glad now did not work out in my favor, but it's times like these I'm glad they did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5096104539731678991?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5096104539731678991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5096104539731678991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/power-of-prayer.html' title='Power of prayer'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3698054134824156869</id><published>2010-09-28T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:00:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me asking you to pray?</title><content type='html'>Apparently you didn't read my blog about Christmas!   Please for the love of my sanity,  I need prayers, help!!!!  Now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3698054134824156869?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3698054134824156869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3698054134824156869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember-me-asking-you-to-pray.html' title='Remember me asking you to pray?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7289117475273725100</id><published>2010-09-25T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:00:33.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the weekend I was expecting</title><content type='html'>Well for starters, it rained almost the entire day today.  Which Yeah for rain, but boo for rain because we did not make it out to the barn sale.  However not sure we would have made it anyway thanks to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister dropped the bomb that they are not coming home for Christmas this year.  For those of you that know me and that whole drama of where we are going for Christmas.. you can only imagine the day I have had.  It's been stressful, sad, and I have a feeling it will only get worse from here and I will be the one who is coming home and will have to put up with this drama.  So, I need prayers folks, cause again, if you know me and my family issues with Christmas, for the love of pete, please pray for me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Hogs lost to Alabama.  Granted, we played the number one team in the SEC, we only lost by 4 pts.  But still a disappointing loss to say the least.  We had such high hopes at first.  Scoring at the beginning of the game with only two plays.  Tons of interceptions, but the fourth quarter was our downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see it has not been the weekend I thought it would be.  I am sad really.  I just want to go scream at my sister, I want to cry, I want to go hug Sophie since I don't know when the next time I will see her.(I know I might be acting a little over the top, but I don't care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a better weekend than I did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7289117475273725100?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7289117475273725100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7289117475273725100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-weekend-i-was-expecting.html' title='Not the weekend I was expecting'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3950655333970064136</id><published>2010-09-24T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:04:03.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are never too old to come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TJ10fiu2RkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1a9Ybl5wEAM/s1600/20060409_111907_096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520696803474163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TJ10fiu2RkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1a9Ybl5wEAM/s400/20060409_111907_096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dorthy had it right... :"there is no place like home." Even though Camden has changed in a lot of ways, it still is home. I love the feeling I get when I drive in our drive way. It's like a big sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tate Barn Sale people... pictures(hopefully) to come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Hogs..... Beat Bama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CBS 2:30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/1305459682786060106-3950655333970064136?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3950655333970064136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3950655333970064136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-never-too-old-to-come-home.html' title='You are never too old to come home'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TJ10fiu2RkI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1a9Ybl5wEAM/s72-c/20060409_111907_096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7405713733818796231</id><published>2010-09-12T13:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:21:17.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Mia Hamm</title><content type='html'>My niece the soccer superstar!   She played goalie and blocked all the goals on her watch.  Then scored two out of three goals and her team won 3-1!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is her first year that they are keeping score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to brag a little!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/1518.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/s_1518.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/1519.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/s_1519.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/1520.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/s_1520.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look fierce here?   Watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7405713733818796231?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7405713733818796231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7405713733818796231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/next-mia-hamm.html' title='The Next Mia Hamm'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6804222526209563540</id><published>2010-09-12T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:11:03.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailgating in a sauna</title><content type='html'>This is the only picture I have of tailgating yesterday.   It was like stepping into a sauna yesterday, and I'm not sure why, but I felt like I was the only one who was sweating!  This southern girl does not sweat pretty!    I'm under the weather too, I blame it on the heat.   Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/1458.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/s_1458.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tailgating and going to football games-Razorback games especially!   The next game I have tickets to  is the LSU game, hopefully I can get some good photos then!  Maybe then, I'll be noticeably thinner!   I sent a picture to my mom to see if she could see a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/1460.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/12/s_1460.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response was, I had lost my double chin!   Yikes.   Guess I'll take that.  I feel the difference some days, other days not so much.  But I am very determined!  More so than ever before!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6804222526209563540?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6804222526209563540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6804222526209563540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/tailgating-in-sauna.html' title='Tailgating in a sauna'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6765462716111168858</id><published>2010-09-08T13:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:43:48.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss of a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TIfW-QoVqmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/18-lMKS3tnw/s1600/Monte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514612633842854498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TIfW-QoVqmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/18-lMKS3tnw/s400/Monte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I learned of a friend's passing. I can't say that I have talked to this individual in a long time, but he was a friend, one I wish I had spent more time getting to know. I can remember the day he asked me to be his friend on Facebook. "Add me Women" is what he said.... and of course I did. I remember having a class with him in college and how nice he always was when I saw him out and about. I guess that is as good as any conversation I might have had with him right?  Because for the life of me, I can't remember what class I had with him, or any specific conversation we had, but I know he was my friend, and I know he was always fun to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked over his facebook page today and learned that he almost died a few years ago, and by all the comments left, he was very much loved and thought well of.  His wife died a few years ago as well, and I can only imagine the joy he is feeling now.  &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 feel sad today.  I  wish I had taken more time... I mean I knew him, he knew me, we were friends, I would obviously hug him tight if I had the chance, but I just wish I would have gotten to know him better.  Guess a lesson has been learned, to not let things just slip by because you think you will have time later.  Don't put off calling that one person, because you don't feel like  you won't have time to talk to that person.  Five minutes is better than none at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace Monte.  You were one in a million and a true gentleman.  You will be missed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6765462716111168858?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6765462716111168858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6765462716111168858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/loss-of-friend.html' title='Loss of a friend'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TIfW-QoVqmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/18-lMKS3tnw/s72-c/Monte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6420642074097308263</id><published>2010-09-06T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:09:16.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Free</title><content type='html'>Traditionally Labor Day celebrates the end of summer and celebrated with rest and parties!   Well, this year I think I did such that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/1720.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/s_1720.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off Saturday by going to a tailgate party, titled Hogapaluza!!!   This is not a great picture to show you, but it was a mass gathering of folks, good food and drinks!!!   A great way to kick off the start of football , and I'd say, the Hogs did it right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/1722.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/s_1722.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/1723.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/s_1723.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/1725.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/06/s_1725.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, my sister and I went to the clothesline fair.  We have gone several years now, and it's always perfect weather!   Warm but breezy!   This year we treated ourselves to a funnel cake!   Yummy!   Don't worry, we worked out that morning, so we earned it!!   We got some cute jewelry as well!   I believe I am a jewelry junkie!    I didn't need it, but couldn't help myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed the use of her hot tub, good food and of course my niece!  Overall a great weekend!!!!   I think that I did it right this Labor Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a short week awaits, and then it's tailgating with the Dixon's!   Hope you all have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6420642074097308263?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6420642074097308263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6420642074097308263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-free.html' title='Labor Free'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3404352616119689005</id><published>2010-08-27T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:17:51.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I have learned this week</title><content type='html'>1.  that sometimes tears do get the point across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  to trust your gut instinct more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  that drinking and dancing to 80's tunes, leads to a good night sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  that I am not arguing, I am simply explaining how I am right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one is actually going to be my motto from now on!  Maybe I get it from the fact that my father is an attorney, or not.. but it seemed to be especially true this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a kickboxing class last night.  I went there thinking it was like Billy Banks Tibo kick boxing.. not so much.  This was put your boxing gloves on and lets get to it.  I really enjoyed it, but I am suffering today for sure.  My lower back hurts and I am STARVING.  Not sure if that second part has anything to do with it, but I am blaming it on it anyway.  That and I have no food in my house and no money, but the first sounds better than how poor I am right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie so far, is enjoying first grade.  She lost two more teeth and now just has one tooth in the front, which I can't imagine how she looks, poor thing.  But she emailed  me to say First Grade was just like Kindergarten but they get to eat lunch first.  Of course, I don't know if they have homework yet, so that might change.  Although the girl is a fish when it comes to learning, so I think she will be okay.  I hope she enjoys school forever.  But not so much that she ends up staying in school forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to do this weekend, so I hope you all have a fantastic weekend.  Will try to get some pictures because I have a family reunion and a 40th surprise birthday party to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3404352616119689005?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3404352616119689005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3404352616119689005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-i-have-learned-this-week.html' title='The things I have learned this week'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1264017960090376807</id><published>2010-08-24T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:21:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 1: Go for a walk</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I went for a walk.  I have found a nice route around my neighborhood that has some really pretty houses and a great view of the city.  So I braved the humidity, cranked up the tunes and went walking.  Even came back and cleaned up my house a little.  So maybe all is not lost in my rut I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep very well last night, but I feel good today, as crazy as that sounds.  My body feels better, my mind, not so much.  I have a big glass of caffeine on my desk and I am about to go fill up again.... I am still not awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Steps I guess!!  Thank you Libby for trying to help yesterday with your fabulous suggestions.  Lord what would I do with out you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1264017960090376807?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1264017960090376807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1264017960090376807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/08/step-1-go-for-walk.html' title='Step 1: Go for a walk'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-210162311836937834</id><published>2010-08-23T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:05:54.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in  a hole and I can't get out</title><content type='html'>I am in such a rut.  I don't like how I look and apparently no one else does either!!  Yet, I can't find the energy or desire to change it.  Instead I eat a whole bowl of popcorn or go to McDonalds instead.  Does it make me feel any better, nope not at all... like I said, in a rut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has become pathetic.  I can't seem to find the energy or desire to keep each room clean.  I start one room and get about half way done and think... oh who cares.. no one comes to see it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not depressed, I am just in a rut.  I want to get out of it, I want to have energy again, I want to care, but I can't seem to find that missing link or magical potion to get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did laugh for the first time in a while Saturday night.  At the last minute, I got invited to the Brooks &amp;amp; Dunn final farewell tour concert.  I have never been a big Brooks and Dunn fan, but I like their opening act, Maranda Lambert and I really wanted to get out of the house(kinda of gave me an excuse to take a shower).  The concert was good, but the people watching was even better.  It amazes me what people will put on or lack there of, will dance like no one is watching( but we were watching and have it on tape, dear lady behind me).  I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I don't know what is wrong with me.  I mean I have a roof over my head, I have friends that love me(right?), and I have a JOB and my health.  Maybe I will tape myself yelling at myself telling me to get my fat ass up and off the couch and stop feeling sorry for myself and play it till it works.  I am not sure that will help, but nothing else is working at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-210162311836937834?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/210162311836937834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/210162311836937834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-in-hole-and-i-cant-get-out.html' title='I&apos;m in  a hole and I can&apos;t get out'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9119910502737786619</id><published>2010-08-17T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:12:50.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Training Begin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TGr3w4OpXWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8xCcAJL8pVA/s1600/PinkRibbonLL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506485913513450850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TGr3w4OpXWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8xCcAJL8pVA/s400/PinkRibbonLL.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year where I must, and I mean I must start training for the Race for the Cure race which is October 16, 2010, in Little Rock.  I wish I could say that I train all year, but if you read this and know me well, you know that isn't the case.  But as excited as I am about the upcoming HOGS season, I am equally as excited about the race.   If you have never participated in this race, you are missing out.  Its something indescribable, something you just have to experience for yourself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goal last year was to run most of the race and finish under 40.  Well I did run most of it, which I must say felt great, but I finished in 43 minutes.  I would like to say it was because I had to stop and pee about 10 minutes into the race, but I did part of what I set out to do, which was to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year my goal is to run the whole damn thing(bridge and all) and finish under 40.  Even if its 39.99.  Do you think that is possible?  I drive over the dreaded uphill bridge every day going to work and I think to myself, I can do this.. but then when my feet hit the pavement, my big ole Arss says something different and I feel like I have concrete attached to my legs.  So we shall see.  I am in the early stages of training because of course, I have slacked in the running department so much, I have to basically start from scratch.  I am so out of shape, but I know I will be able to run it, just the whole thing, including the dreaded uphill bridge, is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ask for your prayers and if you have any boyfriends, brothers, husbands, dads or any type of male friend, have them stand on the side lines on October 16, 2010 to cheer on us women, Racing for a Cure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In Honor of:  Dixie Laney Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In Memory of:  Deonne Cicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9119910502737786619?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9119910502737786619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9119910502737786619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-training-begin.html' title='Let the Training Begin!!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TGr3w4OpXWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8xCcAJL8pVA/s72-c/PinkRibbonLL.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3706784947291910594</id><published>2010-08-02T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:03:44.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFdALL1PsTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/X4Mla5dGjrA/s1600/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500936030755205426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFdALL1PsTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/X4Mla5dGjrA/s400/Flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had a great day so far.  I have had tons of thoughtful birthday wishes from friends and then I got flowers from some of my work peeps, which was so nice and so unexpected.  I love when I get flowers and I don't get them very often.  I have gone out to lunch and I plan on going out to dinner tonight.  So overall, I can say it was been a great day!!!  A great day to turn 25!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFc-kR-R4dI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zH_Naszq7vg/s1600/Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500934262877184466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFc-kR-R4dI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zH_Naszq7vg/s400/Bear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet Mr. Blue Bear. Mr. Blue Bear was made by my grandmother. Back in the day, you could go to Wal-Mart and they had these cut outs you could buy of bears, etc. You cut them out, stuff them and sew them up. Not difficult stuff, but I know that when my grandmother made this for me sooo many years ago, it was the best thing ever. That and the home made cabbage patch doll she made, but I couldn't tell you where that ugly thing was!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every year since I can remember, my grandmother would call me up to tell me the story of the day I was born. THe story never altered as she got older, and I looked forward to it every year. Since she has passed, when my birthday is approaching, I get kind of sad, cause I know the phone won't ring with her on the other line, singing to me and then telling me the story of the day I was born. I miss it, I crave it every year . When I re-found my bear, I cried and I sleep with it every night. Yes I do, and I am not afraid to admit it. My grandmother made me another one since this was looking rather rough, and I still have it, but I don't cherish it like I do the original. The original still has her scent and I even washed it and it still smells like her house. A memory I will always cherish. I loved my grandmother and I loved hearing her tell me the story... I miss it. I so wish I would have taped it somehow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3706784947291910594?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3706784947291910594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3706784947291910594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFdALL1PsTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/X4Mla5dGjrA/s72-c/Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3192503938683513789</id><published>2010-07-29T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:16:52.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Ball Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFG_kXXYv9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Q0aD2rnb4E/s1600/balls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499387251464388562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFG_kXXYv9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Q0aD2rnb4E/s400/balls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What, Who, Where?  Yes, those are the same questions I have been asking myself lately.  I have a golf ball bandit!  It started off when I found two golf balls in my front yard.  A little puzzled, but nevertheless, I figured it was my next door neighbor as they have grandchildren and it is not uncommon for me to find some sort of ball or toy in my back yard.  But they claimed it wasn't them.  So I just brought them in and didn't think anything about it.  Soon I found several in the backyard and it has now become a game of cat and mouse almost.  I find more balls, collect them, soon there are more balls.  Its crazy.  So whoever it is has lost their balls, because they are not getting them back, but I just hope one doesn't crash into my window.  The golf ball bandit lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up soon.  Yikes I say.  I hate getting older.  I remember certain birthdays where I couldn't wait to get older.  Not so much these days.  I will say this, I think that I have started to make more wiser decisions lately, so maybe there is a plus side to getting older, but not really sure that is a positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3192503938683513789?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3192503938683513789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3192503938683513789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/07/golf-ball-bandit.html' title='Golf Ball Bandit'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TFG_kXXYv9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/8Q0aD2rnb4E/s72-c/balls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2038660543779361004</id><published>2010-07-23T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:37:19.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1qaIcKrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mSh7khZOPtI/s1600/Nate,+LL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497124560356256434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1qaIcKrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mSh7khZOPtI/s400/Nate,+LL.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Nate and I tried all night to get a photo of us worthy of posting, this was what was on my camera!!!  Go figure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Promised, here are some photos of a "mini reunion" last week.  I am reminded that no matter the distance, true friends are a gem to have.  A good time was had by all.  It was good seeing familiar faces and even better faces I haven't seen since high school.  Our bodies change, we get gray hair, we lose hair, but none of that matter on this night.  We laughed, we hugged, we exchanged numbers, we promised to do this again.  Camden Peeps are the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1p5lBOfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bObxg-InGMM/s1600/Amy,+Kakie,+Aubrey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497124551617755634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1p5lBOfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bObxg-InGMM/s400/Amy,+Kakie,+Aubrey.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Amy, Kakie and Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1TQ-QHGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SK2FPPBzYic/s1600/Tracy,+Robert,+Karma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497124162760612962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1TQ-QHGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SK2FPPBzYic/s400/Tracy,+Robert,+Karma.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Tracy, Robert and Karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1S9e5ksI/AAAAAAAAAfA/eZZCJgHw7E8/s1600/Kurt,+Nate,+Matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497124157528838850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1S9e5ksI/AAAAAAAAAfA/eZZCJgHw7E8/s400/Kurt,+Nate,+Matt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Kurt, Nate and Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1ScHQWvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2FFYtYq3Cfw/s1600/Kakie,+Nate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497124148571298546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1ScHQWvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2FFYtYq3Cfw/s400/Kakie,+Nate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Kakie and Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1BM4CRJI/AAAAAAAAAew/DUDL66smTc8/s1600/The+whole+crew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497123852423152786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1BM4CRJI/AAAAAAAAAew/DUDL66smTc8/s400/The+whole+crew.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1ApyGYTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cUfYhrEeuSE/s1600/Brandon+and+Jason.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497123843003015474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1ApyGYTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cUfYhrEeuSE/s400/Brandon+and+Jason.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Brandon and Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1AAS-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/KBP4nN1-0lk/s1600/Amy,+Scott,+Aubrey,+Kelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497123831866614770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1AAS-Y_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/KBP4nN1-0lk/s400/Amy,+Scott,+Aubrey,+Kelly.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Scott, Amy, Aubrey and Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2038660543779361004?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2038660543779361004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2038660543779361004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/07/reunion-photos.html' title='Reunion photos'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TEm1qaIcKrI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mSh7khZOPtI/s72-c/Nate,+LL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5629662254818491827</id><published>2010-07-20T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:39:49.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my mouth shut</title><content type='html'>It's hard you know!!   Especially for me.  Especially when I am being falsely accused!   I have a situation where a "pot stirrer" as I like to refer, totally flipped the story, and said things I never said or thought for that matter.  At the time I was confronted, I was so in shock I couldn't say what I really should have said!   Seems like some people are so inclined to listen to gossip that it doesn't matter what you say to defend yourself!   Which makes me so mad!   I guess I could let it  go, but this goes way beyond "believe what you want" it seems, I get dirty looks for something I totally didn't say or do!!!   I had to tell someone  today, I think just to plead my case to someone.  I hope he leaves it between us , because I'm starting to think that might make it worse!!   I really wish I knew how to keep my mouth shut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time at my "mini reunion" this past week!   We had a great turnout and it was nice to catch up!   I definitely have the reunion fever and although I hate to wish two years away, I can't wait for my class reunion!   I will post pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5629662254818491827?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5629662254818491827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5629662254818491827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/07/keeping-my-mouth-shut.html' title='Keeping my mouth shut'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9177587163689397137</id><published>2010-07-08T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:34:39.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Cobbler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDY1hqPiPGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fAkgni3VQ9E/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDY1hqPiPGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fAkgni3VQ9E/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491635648016301154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good doesn't it? Over the weekend, I attempted and past with flying colors making a blackberry cobbler. Not to brag, but I made this for work. I got to work at 9:00 and sent an email out telling everyone it was in the kitchen. At 10:37, someone came to tell me it was gone. Everyone said it was good. The first one my mom and I made was good too, so I am glad this one turned out so well. They really were good.. my waistline will agree apparently!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I successfully know how to make a cobbler. I am now taking orders!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9177587163689397137?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9177587163689397137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9177587163689397137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/07/blackberry-cobbler.html' title='Blackberry Cobbler'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDY1hqPiPGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fAkgni3VQ9E/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2759552573639554724</id><published>2010-07-08T15:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:36:53.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been bitten?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDYyZyis_HI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_JoiGXrd_xk/s1600/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491632214270344306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDYyZyis_HI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_JoiGXrd_xk/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I am slow apparently, but I just started the Twilight book. Not because I am slow to go buy it, etc, but that I didn't really get the craze. I mean Vampires? But I was so tired of seeing the commercials for the new movie that just came out because all I saw was werewolves and I was confused. So a friend at work said she had the books I could borrow. Little did I know I would be hooked. I get it now... I get the craze and I can't wait to try to catch up and be ready for the next movie to come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really got into last night. I sat in my guest bedroom on the bed and I couldn't put it down. I had to text some friends of mine to get some questions answered. I finally put the book down last night a little before 1:00 a.m. I knew that if I didn't I would be a zombie today. Ugh, why did I start this mess. But at least I can join in on the conversation now, instead of just rolling my eyes when I hear someone profess their love for Edward or Jacob.... I guess I might have to pick a team, team Edward or Jacob. Right now, I am very memorized by Edward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a reunion of sorts coming up very soon, and I can not wait. I so wish it was today. A classmate of mine(he was two years older than me) is coming home for his 20 year reunion. But he is stopping in Little Rock to see old friends he hasn't seen in years. So many people I haven't seen in years are coming and I can wait. It should be a good time catching up. I love these things and I wish instead of just class reunions they did multiple class reunions, cause I think it would be much better that way. Don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Congrats go out to Chris and Spring on the birth of their son Cameron, aka Cam. Born today, 8 lbs 2 oz. He has the pointiest chin I have ever seen for a child just born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all of you are staying cool this summer. It has been quite a struggle to keep my plants from wilting away. Grass is a whole another story. I have patches that are green, and then I have patches that are yellow... at least they are not brown just yet. Thank goodness water is cheap or I would be in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2759552573639554724?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2759552573639554724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2759552573639554724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-been-bitten.html' title='I have been bitten?'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TDYyZyis_HI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_JoiGXrd_xk/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5223562948561938833</id><published>2010-06-30T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:12:36.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TCzaYRjR5MI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AVg1gBtSQ8E/s1600/blackberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TCzaYRjR5MI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AVg1gBtSQ8E/s400/blackberries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489002156420883650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a client who owns a berry farm and twice now he has brought me blackberries! I am now in love with blackberries. I want to make a cobbler with the box he brought, cause that sounds sooooo yummy. I have enlisted the help of my mother, because this Southern Belle has never made a cobbler. It doesn't sound complicated, but I want some back up just in case. Then after that, I will be a master at making cobbler!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5223562948561938833?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5223562948561938833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5223562948561938833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/06/blackberries.html' title='Blackberries'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/TCzaYRjR5MI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AVg1gBtSQ8E/s72-c/blackberries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-7709541429447811905</id><published>2010-06-28T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:23:01.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Cupcake update</title><content type='html'>Well Friends, my surprise birthday skills are the bomb!!!   Things went really well!  So well, that my mom left with a smile on her face, a new mood and a very full belly!   Because not only did we have cupcakes, but our fabulous waiter bought my mom dessert which she graciously shared with all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mom was tired, or maybe the earth was titled the wrong way, but I know that seeing Sophie and spending time with an old and dear friend made the day!   But then why wouldn't it?   Sophie is such a joy to be around.  She has a great spirit and so entertaining!  And with good food,and great conversation, I'm not really sure why I thought things would go wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and my sister spent the night.  We went and got Pizza and then came back and watched a movie.  I loved it(except the fact I was sick and very tired) it was nice to have company!   And this company was the best!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we both needed this!   I feel a little a better, not 100% but much better than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hope you guys have a great 4th!   God Bless the USA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-7709541429447811905?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7709541429447811905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/7709541429447811905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/06/birthdays-and-cupcake-update.html' title='Birthdays and Cupcake update'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-9190700327924734091</id><published>2010-06-25T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:24:19.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes &amp; Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Today is my mom's birthday.  Not to get into it all, but my mom has been acting very... well... strange lately.  She's mad about something, yet doesn't want to admit or talk about it.  I know its not about her birthday, something else is bugging her, but for the life of me, I can't get it out of her, and frankly I am tired of trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said "nothing, don't worry about it."  I asked her to come up here to celebrate.." no, I am too tired, plus the house needs to be cleaned."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I decided I was having none of that.  My step-dad is suppose to be bringing her up here, and to her surprise, my niece and my sister and hopefully a long lost friend of hers is coming as well.  Not really sure how my mom does with surprises and maybe this was not the best way to go, but its happening.  Lord I hope it doesn't backfire on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you the cupcakes I got for lunch tomorrow.  They look very yummy and it will be very hard for me not to bite into one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck tomorrow gang, because either the surprise will go over really well, or it will blow up in my face.  Happy Birthday Mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-9190700327924734091?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9190700327924734091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/9190700327924734091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/06/cupcakes-birthdays.html' title='Cupcakes &amp; Birthdays'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-8078258387546794238</id><published>2010-05-25T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:34:47.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went for an interview.  An interview to be a volunteer at Arkansas Children's Hospital.  After getting out of the league, I knew I wanted to still volunteer in some capacity.  Since I have been keeping kids at church on Sunday, I have been missing that part of my life that brought joy to my life.  Not always, but more times than not!   So I thought about Childrens and filled out an application.  I didn't really think about it, but I hope I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked today what part of volunteering at ACH would be the hardest!   I explained that I thought not being able to medically help these kids!   But as much as seeing these sick babies may be hard, deep down, I feel like God is pulling me there.  I may get there and crumble, but I have to at least try! Right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I have not slept well in the last two weeks!  I keep trying several things but  so far nothing is working!!!  It seems like this has happened to me before, but I don't remember it happening this long.  To say I am&lt;br /&gt; exhausted, does not even cover it!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Tanna and Hannah on finding out they are expecting again!  How exciting!   Hope each of you have a great holiday, safe and fun filled holiday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-8078258387546794238?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8078258387546794238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/8078258387546794238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-went-for-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6696519757779264620</id><published>2010-05-22T11:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:24:31.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Doctor Nana!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and I don't like it!   I hate being sick and by myself!   It's times like these I miss my grandmother!   Nana would know what to do, and she would feed me right!   Doctor Nana. She would call herself in times like these!   I think if I close my eyes,  I could picture myself laying on her country blue checked couch, with a comfy pillow, some of her famous sweat tea, and something like chicken and dumplings or hot water cornbread cooking just for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6696519757779264620?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6696519757779264620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6696519757779264620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/calling-doctor-nana.html' title='Calling Doctor Nana!!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-759114693541214297</id><published>2010-05-19T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:35:19.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bring out the party hats just yet!</title><content type='html'>It just hit me that maybe I might have made some progress in my ongoing battle with losing weight.  The last time I went to the girly doctor which was sometime in April  they weighed me.  I remember thinking that even though it wasn't great, it was better than I had imagined it would be.  Well at the beginning of May, I weighed myself at home.  Today would have been the day I report on my progress.  It just hit me ( why I have no idea) that since April and sometime at the beginning of May I lost 6 lbs.  Now I take that with a grain of salt because my appt was after lunch and when I weighed at home it was first thing in the morning, but I have no doubt that I have lost something, even if it's only a lb or two!!!   I can't post a picture because I'm doing this on my phone and for some reason I have not figured out how to post a picture on my blog when I do it from my phone!!!  So, my cheers are a little bit silent, but I feel like I'm making progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-759114693541214297?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/759114693541214297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/759114693541214297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-bring-out-party-hats-just-yet.html' title='Don&apos;t bring out the party hats just yet!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1952894240501679768</id><published>2010-05-19T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:14:51.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS JUST IN....</title><content type='html'>Lack of sleep apparently makes you sing the wiggles tunes to your co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what your thinking, but seriously, I think I have sung at least three Wiggles tunes to various co-workers this morning.. dance steps and all. I blame it on the lack of sleep.. it could be that I am just about to lose it, or that I am crazy all together and lost it a long time ago. (please don't respond with which one you think, cause I really don't want to hear it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case you were wondering... Here are the lyrics to one of the songs from the Wiggles... you will have to youtube them(in case you have no kids and you have never heard of them, to get the dance steps!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato,...&lt;br /&gt;Potato&lt;br /&gt;Potato, Potato, Potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here comes cold spegetti!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Spegetti, Cold Spegetti...&lt;br /&gt;Cold Spegetti, Cold Spegetti....&lt;br /&gt;Cold Spegetti, Cold Spegetti...&lt;br /&gt;Spegetti...&lt;br /&gt;Spegetti, Spegetti, Spegetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooOOOOHHHHHH,&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy,&lt;br /&gt;gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy,&lt;br /&gt;gimme that, gimme that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Banana, Mashed Banana.....&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Banana, Mashed Banana.....&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Banana, Mashed Banana.....&lt;br /&gt;Banana..&lt;br /&gt;Banana, Banana, Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooOOOOHHHHHH,&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy,&lt;br /&gt;gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy&lt;br /&gt;Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy,&lt;br /&gt;gimme that, gimme that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato...&lt;br /&gt;Hot Potato, Hot Potato,...&lt;br /&gt;Potato&lt;br /&gt;Potato, Potato, Potato&lt;br /&gt;WHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Sophie got her Hot Pink cast wet, so she got a NEON Green one to replace it. Caroline and Patrick went to Mexico and Mimi was in charge. As Mimi went to go get a garbage bag to put over it so that Sophie could take a bath, when she got back, SOphie had dunked the whole thing in the tub. She then fell asleep as Mimi tried to blow dry it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elections were held yesterday and it appears we might have to go back to the polls AGAIN for some highly heated run-offs. Voting is so important, but I just don't know if I can listen or watch three more weeks of political ad commercials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a great week.. apparently I might be in a loony farm by the end of this one, if I don't get some well deserved sleep. Yes, if anyone has any sleeping drugs of choice to give, email me and I will give you my address, you can just drop them in the mailbox with instructions!!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1952894240501679768?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1952894240501679768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1952894240501679768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-just-in.html' title='THIS JUST IN....'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-3007821743711325033</id><published>2010-05-12T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:33:47.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and The City</title><content type='html'>Apparently I need to revisit some lost footage of Sex and The City episodes because I suck and I mean suck at buying shoes. (did you think I was going to say something else?) I bought a pair over the weekend, that have left four blisters on my feet. The blisters are so bad, it makes my comfortable shoes hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, in a mad dash to try to find flip flops that matched my outfit(for work), I couldn't find the ones I was looking for. So I had to settle on these sandals that I bought only because I thought they were really cute, but for some reason I bought a size too big. So all day I have been walking around feeling like I have on skies. Then I noticed that they are falling apart. Lets hope I can at least get home before they do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just give up.. I can't buy shoes. Oh Carrie, I am so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-3007821743711325033?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3007821743711325033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/3007821743711325033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and The City'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-4466511264679395604</id><published>2010-05-10T14:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:58:33.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S-hlTTQ2ixI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0Rd3q7ZxeY/s1600/Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S-hlTTQ2ixI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0Rd3q7ZxeY/s400/Cast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469733129704344338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie recently hurt her arm and received a buckle wrist fracture.   Although she cried at first, she has handled it quite well and now is the proud owner of a hot pink cast for one month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a miracle that Sophie has not been in the ER more.  The girl is fearless.  She always has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much more has been going on.  My sister and brother in law are going back to Mexico this week and so my mom and step-dad are going to take care of Sophie.  I am jealous in that I wish I could be the one going up there to play the role of mommy for a few days.   I always figured I would be the one with the kids, married.. and my sister being the single one.  Yet, I find the roles are reverse.  It makes me sad.   Maybe God thinks I can't handle being a mommy.  I often worry about Sophie, maybe I wouldn't be able to handle it.  It still makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-4466511264679395604?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4466511264679395604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4466511264679395604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/05/pink-it-is.html' title='Pink it is'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S-hlTTQ2ixI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0Rd3q7ZxeY/s72-c/Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-1394984763909218985</id><published>2010-04-23T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:55:48.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend's plans</title><content type='html'>Absolutely nothing.. as always. I swear if my life was a sitcom or reality tv, it would quickly be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going over to a co-workers house for drinks and probably diss our bosses..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, if the rain will hold out, I plan on washing my car. It is a little bit green and plus I want to make sure my windows don't leak. I recently had to replace my windshield and I chose a place that out of the 5 people I asked, 4 of them said they never had a problem. The other one said her windows leaked and they had to replace and pay for her floor/carpet to get cleaned. SO, I am hoping I join the four that had great success, because I really don't want to have to deal with getting that done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I will work at church and then come home to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fabulous right? HAHAHAHAH.... I wish I could say I had some fabulous party to go to, or even better a DATE with a really cute, interesting guy, but nope.. not happening this weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope each of you have a great weekend, filled with lots of exciting things and stories to tell!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-1394984763909218985?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1394984763909218985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/1394984763909218985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-weekends-plans.html' title='This weekend&apos;s plans'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5881430371829602463</id><published>2010-04-22T15:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:10:58.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and Old</title><content type='html'>I heard of a friend's passing today and it made me sad. Really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to go back in time only to find out that kids I used to teach when I was in college are now teenagers. That made me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in college, I taught kids at a place called Pumpkin Shell. The owner Kathy gave me a chance and although there were bumps along the way, that was a good time in my life. Some of the kids there hold a dear special place in my heart. They in my mind are still little babies, toddlers, pint size.. yet today I realized they are not, they are teenagers. They have grown up.. and they have facebook pages too!!! Yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that one of those precious babies mother died on Monday. Dana Little had four kids. Three boys and one girl. I only knew two of her kids, because the older boys were already in grade school when I started to work there. But the two I knew I grew to love like they were my own. Parker and Bailey Little. They had the sweetest disposition, they were great kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough that I still have both of my parents and I know that one day I will be in this very same position. But I can't imagine having to go through it at such a young age. Parker is 17 and Bailey is 15. Can you imagine. It just breaks my heart to think about those kids without their mother. How devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the sadness, I started to think about all those kids that were part of the Pumpkin Shell crew.  It appears that most of them are still friends with each other and that brings a smile to my face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be Debbie Downer today... it was just heavy on my heart and mind as all day I have caught myself going back in time and remembering great times I had there and great memories of those kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5881430371829602463?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5881430371829602463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5881430371829602463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-and-old.html' title='Sad and Old'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-6159715099627083347</id><published>2010-04-18T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:40:04.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure!</title><content type='html'>I have failed!   Tomorrow is the day I was to reveal a possible slimmer me.  But I can tell you that is not going to happen. I can't be more disappointed in myself. I am sure anybody who reads this is tired of me talking about it too.  I've gotten very lazy, content maybe, I don't know but I know that in order to make a difference in my weight, I'm going to have to step it up and double my efforts.  I am going to have to do it, work at it double.  I think that scares me.  I don't know how to explain that, and I'm not sure that I understand it either but to me it sounds much better than I'm just plain lazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried and I have failed AGAIN.  We will try on May 19 th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-6159715099627083347?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6159715099627083347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/6159715099627083347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/failure.html' title='Failure!'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-5002218576184270973</id><published>2010-04-12T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:28:20.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Put your big girl pants on"</title><content type='html'>I ran another race this weekend.   I almost didn't do it.  I had slacked off my running and I just didn't feel prepared. I didn't want to be embarrassed by my lack of will power or slowness.  My friend and sorority sister Stephanie told me "to put my big girl pants on" and that I was her inspiration, I couldn't stop now.  Saturday morning, I laid in bed still not wanting to go.  But I finally got up, put my pants on, tied my shoes and was out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lined up, I was so nervous because there were not a lot of people signed up for this race.  I was so afraid I was literally going to be the last one across the finish line.  So as the race started, I was doing okay.  My pants started falling down(that has happened to me before) so I started to slow down so I could tie them tighter.  My friend Stephanie got way ahead of me at that point.  But I kept at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race started off at St. Vincent's and went through the Zoo,  it went through War Memorial  Stadium field, and then you literally ran up a steep incline on the golf course back to the starting point at St. Vincent's.  I ran the same time I did at the Little Rock Marathon 5K and even though I would have loved to improve my time, I did it.  I got my big girl panties on and did it.  I weighed myself this morning and it was a few lbs lighter!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just when you think you can't do it,... "Put Your Big Girl Pants on" and .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S8NGQiX5IVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OmhKruUYKk0/s1600/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284423222042962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S8NGQiX5IVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OmhKruUYKk0/s400/quote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-5002218576184270973?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5002218576184270973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/5002218576184270973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/put-your-big-girl-pants-on.html' title='&quot;Put your big girl pants on&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S8NGQiX5IVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/OmhKruUYKk0/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-136112059636327413</id><published>2010-04-08T11:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:06:56.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>Easter 2010 has to be my all time favorite.  I don't remember any ones before this and anything that can top this year's Easter for me.  It was everything I could have asked for.  I had Sophie, my mom, my sister, great food and a great church service... what else could make it any better?  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie always knows what she wants her cake to be and Rick's bakery in Fayetteville makes the best cakes.  So this year, she wanted a picture of Relic(her dog) on it.  Caroline said she went and picked the whole thing out, down to the paw prints on the cake as well.  Funny girl.  But it was yummy!!  We made cupcakes and then died Easter Eggs.  There are some great photos of the cupcake making, but I don't have those uploaded yet, so you will just have to take my word for it.  She wanted to lick the beaters, she wanted to lick the bowl and she had three cupcakes that night...(shh,..don't tell Caroline).  We made some great looking Eggs too, If I do say so myself.  I wish I had some of the pictures from a few years ago to compare how much she has grown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KtQeI4aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RNts5GQudy4/s1600/Loves+her+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811571051389346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KtQeI4aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RNts5GQudy4/s320/Loves+her+dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Loves her dog Relic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KtGrtrRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/f1WaNGciJ80/s1600/Hunting+Easter+Eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811568423972114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KtGrtrRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/f1WaNGciJ80/s320/Hunting+Easter+Eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Easter egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kb7VemsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI83vLoSh8E/s1600/Easter+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811273320143554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kb7VemsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI83vLoSh8E/s320/Easter+Dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Easter Dress 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kbgxl1cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EzN-Elsj8U0/s1600/Eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811266190300610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kbgxl1cI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EzN-Elsj8U0/s320/Eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Some of the eggs we died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KbebDZVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y6BK8pJno0c/s1600/DSCN1601-Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811265558898002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KbebDZVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Y6BK8pJno0c/s320/DSCN1601-Apron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Sophie the Cupcake maker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KawtldVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/a3BliXBEuSg/s1600/Birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811253288596818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KawtldVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/a3BliXBEuSg/s320/Birthday+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Sophie's birthday cake... that is her dog Relic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kad4xwsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Fya93W3hq_0/s1600/Blue+Egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811248235266754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74Kad4xwsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Fya93W3hq_0/s320/Blue+Egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Pretty blue egg&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;&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/1305459682786060106-136112059636327413?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/136112059636327413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/136112059636327413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S74KtQeI4aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/RNts5GQudy4/s72-c/Loves+her+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-4048484598525224060</id><published>2010-04-06T16:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:01:01.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City Part 2-Hat dance</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my mom and sister will tell me something that Sophie did and it will end it with "remember you used to do that too."   My heart swells with pride!  One of the things she recently has acquired is the love of trying on hats.  I used to go straight to the hat section of any store that I went with my mother and start trying on hats.  I always wanted to buy some fancy hat but never came home with one.  So at Silver Dollar City, they had a hat stand.  Sophie's eyes lit up because there were several hats to try on.  There was crazy hats, hats with hair attached to them, cowboy hats, party hats, etc.  We didn't buy a hat, but we sure did have fun trying them on and posing for the camera.  Here is just a few that made the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utW1h4j1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/mnNM-bgQ-_o/s1600/Trucker+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145981327413074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utW1h4j1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/mnNM-bgQ-_o/s320/Trucker+hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trucker hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utWiasNlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Plout-YVscU/s1600/Priate+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145976196970066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utWiasNlI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Plout-YVscU/s320/Priate+hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirate hat (notice she has lost her two front teeth and then some!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utF6ZQuVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/yoiHauNXZpA/s1600/Hat+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145690575649106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utF6ZQuVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/yoiHauNXZpA/s320/Hat+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utFR8-etI/AAAAAAAAAcA/adbz2gv3Cu8/s1600/Hat+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145679719594706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utFR8-etI/AAAAAAAAAcA/adbz2gv3Cu8/s320/Hat+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinosaur hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utFcQ5JQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Be4ywjqz2G8/s1600/hat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145682487485698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utFcQ5JQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Be4ywjqz2G8/s320/hat+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sparkly hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utE07htfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5BDKkV-rrHA/s1600/Hat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145671928886770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utE07htfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5BDKkV-rrHA/s320/Hat+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are too cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utEtrIHxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_MgQggDuVi0/s1600/Hair+envy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457145669981052690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utEtrIHxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_MgQggDuVi0/s320/Hair+envy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hair Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had so much fun watching Sophie try on hats.  I knew the excitement she was experiencing because at her age, I loved to do the same thing. &lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-4048484598525224060?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4048484598525224060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/4048484598525224060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/silver-dollar-city-part-2-hat-dance.html' title='Silver Dollar City Part 2-Hat dance'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7utW1h4j1I/AAAAAAAAAcY/mnNM-bgQ-_o/s72-c/Trucker+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305459682786060106.post-2419821190086257557</id><published>2010-04-05T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:05:30.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar CIty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO74hTeFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rIvoAq9SuF4/s1600/Woo+hoo+rollar+coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760689204099154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO74hTeFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rIvoAq9SuF4/s320/Woo+hoo+rollar+coaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO7MOgVKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/a3FwmHoTUWM/s1600/Sophie%27s+ride+of+choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760677314090146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO7MOgVKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/a3FwmHoTUWM/s320/Sophie%27s+ride+of+choice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Sophie's ride of choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6zPZwiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oIzxg6s7yYc/s1600/Rain+sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760670606967330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6zPZwiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oIzxg6s7yYc/s320/Rain+sucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Rain sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6VRmEsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/145Q3mH9UBs/s1600/Loving+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760662563099330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6VRmEsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/145Q3mH9UBs/s320/Loving+life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Sophie loves roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6FPr-JI/AAAAAAAAAbA/KUapjtu3gF8/s1600/Favorite+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456760658260129938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO6FPr-JI/AAAAAAAAAbA/KUapjtu3gF8/s320/Favorite+ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Sophie's many trips on this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 2, 2010, Sophie turned six.  Six years old.  Such a smart, beautiful, well rounded six year old (in my opinion).  We got up early and went to Silver Dollar City.  We had so much fun.  Sophie loved the swing ride.  In fact, she rode it several times.  We rode several other rides, but this was her ride of choice.  She would ride that thing all the time if she could.  She has no fear, none.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended up raining on us late afternoon.  That didn't stop us too much.  I mean we bought ponchos and toughed it out as much as we could until every ride started to shut down due to lightening.  It was pretty much over at that point.  We were all soaked to the bone, but we all agreed we had a great time and can't wait to do it again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more pictures and details of the rest of the weekend's events, but it might take me awhile to download them and narrate since I have to do it at work.  I will get there though.  Next entry is all about hats!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305459682786060106-2419821190086257557?l=lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2419821190086257557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305459682786060106/posts/default/2419821190086257557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayslastword2.blogspot.com/2010/04/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar CIty'/><author><name>Lindsay's blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQTVhZ6kD0w/S7pO74hTeFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/rIvoAq9SuF4/s72-c/Woo+hoo+rollar+coaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
