<?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-7440197114013228533</id><updated>2012-01-05T17:28:58.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Into Me</title><subtitle type='html'>A Southern Princess waiting for her Prince... 
while daily trying to walk in the graces of her King!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7274204692734989896</id><published>2011-12-27T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:35:16.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>2011 was a really good year! Things weren't always perfect- but for the most part... I'm happy with all of the outcomes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2012- I want to start off right! I am making some resolutions for myself here to keep up with during the year! Feel free to ask how I'm doing on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;12 in 12 in 2012&lt;/strong&gt;- I want to read 12 books in 12 months in the year 2012. I have no idea where to start, but I would love any opinions on books!! I also want to write a quick review of each book here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Get to 100&lt;/strong&gt;- I have lost 40 pounds so far and would like to lose 60 more to get to 100! I'm not giving myself I time frame to do this in- just by the end of the year! (However I would like to be down more by summer! I may enjoy the beach more if I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;5K, 10K, 13.1, 26.2&lt;/strong&gt;- I want to compete in a marathon! I will work up to this by doing a 5K, then the Bridge Run (a long time dream of mine), a half marathon- 13.1 miles and a whole marathon- 26.2!! I don't care if I run the entire thing or just walk- I will complete it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;John 16:12&lt;/strong&gt;- "I have much more to say to you, more than you can now bear."- I want to work more on my relationship with Christ. I want to be committed to my quiet times each day and grow more in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;ORGANIZATION IS KEY!!&lt;/strong&gt;- This year- I will be organized! I do sooo much better when I am on a schedule! Down to the days that I clean certain areas of my house! Well, by golly- I'm going to do it! I ran on my lunch break and bought this handy dandy little planner and have already began to organize my runs! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7274204692734989896?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7274204692734989896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7274204692734989896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7274204692734989896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7274204692734989896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3427131469170035399</id><published>2011-11-29T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:11:00.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On God's Plan For Your Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I found this while blog surfing and just fell in love! How true are these words! My heart has been heavy at times wondering who God has planned for me and when He will have me meet him... but these words are like a reminder from Him of what He is planning for me! I will continue to pray for my future husband! That God will continually work in his heart and prepare him to be a husband who loves the Lord more than he loves me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On God's Plan For Your Mate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone, to have a deeper soul relationship with another - to be loved thoroughly and exclusively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But God says to a Christian: "No, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content with living, loved by Me alone -- with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me-- to have an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone...I love you My child, and until you discover that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found - you will not be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you. You will never be united with another until you are united with Me - exclusive of any other desires or longings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing - one that you cannot imagine. I want you to have the best. Please allow Me to bring it to you. You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things. Keep experiencing the satisfaction knowing that I am taking care of you. Keep listening and learning the things that I tell you. You must wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don't be anxious. Don't worry. Don't look around at the things others have gotten or that I've given them. Don't look around at the things you think you want. You just keep looking off away up to Me, or you will miss what I want to show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And then, when you are ready, I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any you would ever dream. You see, until you are ready, I am working even now this minute to have both of you ready at the same time - But until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me, and the life prepared for you, you will not be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me, which is the perfect love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And, dear one, I want you to have this most perfect and wonderful love. I want for you to see in the flesh a picture of Me, your relationship with Me, and to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty and perfection and love that I offer you with Myself. Know that I love you always. Believe it and be satisfied." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I am God Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-3427131469170035399?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/3427131469170035399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=3427131469170035399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3427131469170035399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3427131469170035399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-gods-plan-for-your-mate.html' title='On God&apos;s Plan For Your Mate'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6515193695330659859</id><published>2011-10-07T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:55:41.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kally and Julio</title><content type='html'>Oh I am so excited to link up to Kelly's Korner today! It's Show Us You Life: PETS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me- you know I love my babies! There's about 1001 pictures of them on my facebook and ten thousand more on my phone. So here they are...&lt;br /&gt;First is Kally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWtyTduc65Q/To9U6YK4-8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ERJCl-36bAs/s1600/Photo__165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWtyTduc65Q/To9U6YK4-8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ERJCl-36bAs/s320/Photo__165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the day I found her at the JASPCA- before it was Charleston Animal Society! I was bored one day and went to look! Well- friends, this doesn't end well for an animal lover. I texted my cousin and then roommate and &lt;strike&gt;begged&lt;/strike&gt; asked if she could come home with us! Thankfully, she said yes! She hasn't always been with mommy and through some time at college had to stay at her Gramps house- but now she's home and loving life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U--6SabIJ_Q/To9Voy_eyiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Osco-VsHa7w/s1600/5013_519977974172_136100181_30875726_2714014_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U--6SabIJ_Q/To9Voy_eyiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Osco-VsHa7w/s320/5013_519977974172_136100181_30875726_2714014_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She knows she's a pretty girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKd7I138wWE/To9VyBO6mlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sKURVaPpkS8/s1600/39026_534225676662_136100181_31330291_7440592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKd7I138wWE/To9VyBO6mlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sKURVaPpkS8/s320/39026_534225676662_136100181_31330291_7440592_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUWjMFQYIvs/To9V87l4weI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UJ4-QDclYPg/s1600/74840_538762135562_136100181_31428356_4057828_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUWjMFQYIvs/To9V87l4weI/AAAAAAAAAOs/UJ4-QDclYPg/s320/74840_538762135562_136100181_31428356_4057828_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And even indulges me and lets me dress her up! &lt;br /&gt;She loves snuggling with mommy and sleeps in the bed with me. I don't think she knows she's a dog, and also thinks she's her brothers size....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, here's my Julio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zv-vdQlodyw/To9WVLyqLkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-mxyfnyo52c/s1600/38826_534225776462_136100181_31330306_7921536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zv-vdQlodyw/To9WVLyqLkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-mxyfnyo52c/s320/38826_534225776462_136100181_31330306_7921536_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If he doesn't make you smile... nothing will. Julio was added to our family after I broke up from my ex. He was originally my friends dog, but wasn't working so well with her dobermans or kiddos... so I took him home with me one night for a "trial" and her son&amp;nbsp;and husband were happy with&amp;nbsp;him being gone- so he became my boy!&amp;nbsp;He has really got a great personality. I never, never, never thought I would have a chihuahua. My Papa had several&amp;nbsp;when I was growing up, but they were always "those yappy dogs". Well I just fell in love with this sweet boy and his cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcEYmBoiHhU/To9XQZQ1w-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ymdqxbaVovs/s1600/76502_538762035762_136100181_31428349_6438559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcEYmBoiHhU/To9XQZQ1w-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/ymdqxbaVovs/s320/76502_538762035762_136100181_31428349_6438559_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He lets me dress him up too! But I think he likes it more b/c he gets cold in the winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B15aL2ly47k/To9YH6L-hYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sGnlwqLImaM/s1600/312526_577286986452_136100181_31757068_1316182629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B15aL2ly47k/To9YH6L-hYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sGnlwqLImaM/s320/312526_577286986452_136100181_31757068_1316182629_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He loves to snuggle too! I may or may not treat him like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E93_KUgQzdg/To9YTdnnIFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tG4UYs72LmM/s1600/311418_577250569432_136100181_31756774_675756719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E93_KUgQzdg/To9YTdnnIFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tG4UYs72LmM/s320/311418_577250569432_136100181_31756774_675756719_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He loves being close to me! And I love that!&lt;br /&gt;He really was a blessing in disguise. I do NOT believe in reincarnation- but I definately think he is my reminder of my Papa. My Papa would have LOVED him and ate him up, so I love that I have that reminder of him every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of all is to see these two interact... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkza3uqGv7k/To9Yz6Lwa3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/vKwwu3jOZ2Q/s1600/309836_576790216982_136100181_31753959_1706596620_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pkza3uqGv7k/To9Yz6Lwa3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/vKwwu3jOZ2Q/s320/309836_576790216982_136100181_31753959_1706596620_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They just love one another and eat each other up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9fZi81PDi0/To9Y-d4zotI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D_26QIfQ7vU/s1600/pet+contest.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9fZi81PDi0/To9Y-d4zotI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D_26QIfQ7vU/s320/pet+contest.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuwWQhMiRq8/To9ZAoQg_pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z-DcmqQ9GiU/s1600/untitled2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuwWQhMiRq8/To9ZAoQg_pI/AAAAAAAAAPI/z-DcmqQ9GiU/s320/untitled2.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And they are always the best sports for what ever mommy has planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6qhh711pAY/To9ZIxhm_lI/AAAAAAAAAPM/p0bc4U-BUKo/s1600/pet+contest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6qhh711pAY/To9ZIxhm_lI/AAAAAAAAAPM/p0bc4U-BUKo/s320/pet+contest.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6515193695330659859?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6515193695330659859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6515193695330659859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6515193695330659859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6515193695330659859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/10/kally-and-julio.html' title='Kally and Julio'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWtyTduc65Q/To9U6YK4-8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ERJCl-36bAs/s72-c/Photo__165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1189992101711185739</id><published>2011-09-08T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:15:55.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Shoe Debate....</title><content type='html'>Phew- I am living sitting down and writing in my blog. We have been so busy at work- blogging was not even in my repertoire. BUT- thankfully, things are slowly calming down and I have started working on ME again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said- I have started back at the gym! *pause for gasping and belief*&lt;br /&gt;I have and I am LOVING it!! I love the feel I get when I can get in my own little world and just escape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bragging on myself because I have a problem tho!! My poor wittle feet! I am definately needing some new shoes! Right now I have Sketchers Shape-ups and I'm sorry Kim Kardashian- but these SUCK! Which I laugh because I wanted them so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping- really- I do! This is not just an excuse to shop- I'm gettin blisters and all! The back of my ankles are hurting! Blisters on both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big, wide feet and would love any suggestions! Adidas? New Balance? Nike? Definately staying away from Sketchers and with my big, wide feet- shoes from Walmart and Target are really a no go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best? If you work out alot? Let me know! This is a need!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and I'll see ya at the gym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1189992101711185739?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1189992101711185739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1189992101711185739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1189992101711185739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1189992101711185739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/09/great-shoe-debate.html' title='The Great Shoe Debate....'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7094345844332598087</id><published>2011-07-20T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:43:16.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cyberbully"</title><content type='html'>WOW! My heart is aching right now. I am watching this move on ABC Family about cyber bullying. I would HATE to be a teenager today! I don't think I would have the strength. I'm going to go there- I'm gonna say it- but "kids these days just know too much"! WOW! Someone get me a cane and some dentures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, but seriously- it was hard enough on me as a 15, without the hassle of internet and social networking. Today's teens get it at every angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started my sophomore year of high school at Northwood Academy- I thought it was going to be great. I thought it was going to be a fun year and I was going to have lots of friends. Never in my life had I hurt so bad as when I came home from school that FIRST day and wanted to die! That was after ONE day!&lt;br /&gt;My saint of a mother got the application for School of the Arts the next day and I spent the next 4 months in agony until I got accepted to SOA and I knew I could move and leave the torcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not a rant about who hurt my feelings, and it's been over 10 years! I am friends with someone of those people (OK-facebook friends) but they may very well read this and I don't really care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about how my heart aches for the "youth of the nation". My heart has been craving the Lord in so many ways! One is the women's ministry that I am trying to start. I have given it to God and feel that it will be a success if He wants it to be. The other thing I am missing is the chance to work with students. My best friend recently was a counselor for a week long camp. I was so jealous of her- in a the best kind of way. I was also thrilled for her to experience a close connection with God. In that jealousy (still not the right word), I found myself having more of a desire to work with students more. I just want each student I encounter to know what a precious creation to God they are. To know that someone, whether they think so or not, loves them- with a pure heart and that they have this rock in the Lord that they can lean on at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strike&gt;wish would be&lt;/strike&gt; prayer is that no person be subject to the pain given to them from others; from persecution from being different, shorter, fatter, a Christian, not a jock, a gamer. I want them to see how special they are and how God has a purpose for each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for myself is that God will find a way to use me the best way He sees fit to work more with these wonderful students so they can know just how awesome they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7094345844332598087?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7094345844332598087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7094345844332598087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7094345844332598087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7094345844332598087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/07/cyberbully.html' title='&quot;Cyberbully&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6459295627912037534</id><published>2011-06-24T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:18:17.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linking myself! :-P</title><content type='html'>Decided to link myself to Kelly's Korner Blog for singles. I tell everyone I am looking for the man God has for me- so you never know!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6459295627912037534?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6459295627912037534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6459295627912037534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6459295627912037534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6459295627912037534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/06/linking-myself-p.html' title='Linking myself! :-P'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7284383348079009732</id><published>2011-05-27T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:27:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watergate Salad</title><content type='html'>I am linking with &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's Korner Blog&lt;/a&gt; today to share a favorite summer dessert!&lt;br /&gt;Watergate Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;                     1 (3.4 ounce) package instant pistachio pudding mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     1 (8 ounce) can crushed pineapple, with juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;                     1 cup miniature marshmallows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;                     1/2 cup chopped walnuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                     1/2 (8 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;In a large bowl, mix together pudding mix, pineapple  with juice, marshmallows, and nuts. Fold in whipped topping. Chill.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always double my recipe to make it go farther and last a little longer! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7284383348079009732?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7284383348079009732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7284383348079009732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7284383348079009732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7284383348079009732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/05/watergate-salad.html' title='Watergate Salad'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3179893463236563977</id><published>2011-05-23T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:19:32.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go and Let God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pqqdA8LHN7I?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, "This is the Stuff"... My last post I was so down... so sad... so silly, but sometimes, you just need to get it out. We all have our sad times. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky tho, b/c I had a weekend where I was truly reminded how&amp;nbsp;blessed I am. I am surrounded by people who love me and who are always there for me- no matter what. I am so &lt;strike&gt;lucky&lt;/strike&gt; honored to have these people in my life!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the&amp;nbsp;kind words and encouragement. I am truly blessed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note- this week it the start of a big change happening in my life. I am not sure&amp;nbsp;what the outcome will be- I have given it to God and know that whatever He thinks should be, will be. I want this- and will explain more about it later- but, I'm going to "Let Go and Let God!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-3179893463236563977?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/3179893463236563977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=3179893463236563977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3179893463236563977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3179893463236563977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-go-and-let-god.html' title='Let Go and Let God!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pqqdA8LHN7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-418554930320320692</id><published>2011-05-19T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:39:01.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Behind...</title><content type='html'>My entire life I have felt like I am a step behind-&lt;br /&gt;-last to be picked for a team&lt;br /&gt;-last one to finish a race&lt;br /&gt;-last years clothes from the clearance rack&lt;br /&gt;-last to be invited&lt;br /&gt;-last to get a date&lt;br /&gt;-last to join&lt;br /&gt;-last to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my life has always been a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has ever come easy. &lt;br /&gt;I look around and see everyone with things and lives I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this my life? Why have I been hurt more than I have been loved? Why do I draw to people who hurt me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I were thinner&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I were prettier&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I were richer&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I were smarter&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I gave in&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I conformed&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I would have been a leader&lt;br /&gt;---maybe if I weren't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will get the things I dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will get the man I prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will get the family I hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I will at least love me- even if no one else will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-418554930320320692?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/418554930320320692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=418554930320320692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/418554930320320692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/418554930320320692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-behind.html' title='A Step Behind...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-662135736919736242</id><published>2011-04-27T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:44:48.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Women's Bible Study</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have felt God at work in my life. I feel so incredibly blessed by what He is doing for me. In that, I keep asking Him to show me what I can do to give back to Him in some small way- though I know it won't compare to all He has given me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is craving a women's ministry. I recently put on facebook that I was seeking one out, but someone posted a comment that if I started one- they would come. That has got me thinking... God blessed me with the beautiful house- one with lots of room- and a couch big enough to seat many! What if I hosted a Bible study?? I don't know yet if I am at the point of "leading" one- but does any true study have a leader, other than God? We could allow Him to lead... I have a teaching backround and know how to prepare a lesson- it wouldn't be much to prepare something once a week in the evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I am- I am going to begin to pray about if this is the right decision. This was not where I was going with this, but it's where He has lead me to think on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ask- Charleston and CRBC friends (women), as you read this- would you be interested? Would you come? If so, what day and time and what would you want to study??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions I am facing and have to pray about and let God decide for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-662135736919736242?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/662135736919736242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=662135736919736242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/662135736919736242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/662135736919736242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/womens-bible-study.html' title='A Women&apos;s Bible Study'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8327362049277460465</id><published>2011-04-21T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:21.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I got chills... they're multiplying!...</title><content type='html'>...'Cuz the power, You're supplying... it's electrifying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK- I promise this post isn't an ode to Grease- this is really about chills I am experiencing. Chills I am getting from my Precious Savior for all he is doing for me. I am so completely blessed and so undeserving. I am overwhelmed with great people in my life and I can't even begin to comment on them all, so in fear of forgetting someone, I'm not going to. I am going to say thank you to a mighty God who just continues shed His grace on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you think this is a bragfest about things, that's the amazing part-- it's about the wonderful people and peace God is continuing to give me. I am so thankful for the ability to just talk to Jesus any time I want, and know He is listening-- to ME! Little(ish), insignificant ME!! I can stop what I am doing at any time and just say&amp;nbsp;a quick work to Him and He answers. It's not always what I want- but in the end, I know it was right. But He always answers me with the peace I get inside and the chills and tingles I get from knowing He's there in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing feeling! I love you sweet Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8327362049277460465?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8327362049277460465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8327362049277460465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8327362049277460465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8327362049277460465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-chills-theyre-multiplying.html' title='&quot;I got chills... they&apos;re multiplying!...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7292946105871838796</id><published>2011-04-14T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:36:12.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do... so little time!!</title><content type='html'>Oh me oh my! I am so overwhelmed right now! Overwhelmed with excitement, sadness, happiness and about 10 different other emotions. &lt;br /&gt;In one week from right now I will be with my awesome family, who are volunteering (some more willingly than others), and we will be loading up a uhaul for my MOVE. Hence the reason I&amp;nbsp;haven't been as blogging as much as I'd like. I have so many things I want to share- but I am only going to touch on them at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited! I'm getting nervous about the move, but I know it will all work out! (Even if I have to be reminded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been thankful for all that God is doing in my life and those around me! My dad made it back from his trip and while, things didn't work out as planned, they worked even better! Praise God! &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to talk more about this- but really want to sit down and make sure I've got it all in there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more exciting than moving is Easter Sunday is coming up! Why am I excited? Not only to celebrate the reason we are able to be Christians, but that we will be taking that gift and putting it in action. &lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Annie, had a wonderful idea for our family this year- we will be heading downtown to have Easter Dinner with the homeless. I cannot tell you how awesome this is going to be! God is surely working in all of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, we are yours! Use us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7292946105871838796?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7292946105871838796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7292946105871838796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7292946105871838796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7292946105871838796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do... so little time!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4991844774059379545</id><published>2011-04-07T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:26:32.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>That's all-- in 2 weeks I will be:&lt;br /&gt;1) extremely tired and barely able to move&lt;br /&gt;2) all packed up or almost all packed up into the U-Haul for the move into my new house the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how excited I am! I am excited because this house is such a blessing and true answered prayer. I am working on a blog to describe how much God answered this prayer- but I really want the words to be right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I leave you with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 WEEKS!!! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4991844774059379545?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4991844774059379545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4991844774059379545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4991844774059379545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4991844774059379545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7876073316246988479</id><published>2011-04-06T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:02:06.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Tears In His Eyes...</title><content type='html'>Last night I hit a milestone with my dad. If you know anything about me and my dad- we have not always had the best relationship. He has made some major mistakes and I have not been perfect--close, but not perfect! :) Well, unfortunately, things have not gone well for him. After he and my mom's divorce, he lost his job and financially continued to go downhill. Well, a few months ago, it got worse. After a long, drawn out process (thankfully), the bank foreclosed on his house. He lost so much of the things in his home- some from being forced to give away, some from having to sell and even some being stolen. He is currently living in a garage- but is technically, homeless. That is one of the hardest things to say- my father is homeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that my dad made sure he held onto was his tools, trucks and truck parts. He was lucky in having friends letting him store his items at their properties, but alas- things do not last forever. He is having to sell or find a new home for his things. So this weekend he is going to Charlotte to a swap meet to sell 80% of the items he has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this mini back story to explain last night. He came by my house for a bit and we got to talking. He has been collecting these items over the last 35-40 years. He, in a way, idolized these items. And this weekend he is getting rid of them. That for one- I am so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next bring chills to me again. As he was leaving, I got the nerve to do something I have never done with him, other than before meals-- pray. I asked him if I could pray for him and his trip and he was so willing to have me pray. I put my hand on his arm and we began. I spoke of given him and the men going a hedge of protection, that God would bless this trip and that my dad would be able to start over fresh and most important that he be able to remember to see God in all that happens, even know daddy has been knocked to his knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we opened our eyes and I looked into his- there were tears. He left soon after to not show too much emotion, but before he did he said "Stacy, I may have lost it all and even thought about putting a gun to my head, but I have never lost my faith in God" and with that he hugged me goodbye and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the most precious moments we have ever had. I have prayed with my mom often, cried with her and can share any and everything-- but God let me see into my dad's heart last night and I know that with continued prayer- he will be able to turn his life around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I ask that God keep that hedge of protection around them and give them travel mercies, and when they return, I ask that God continue to tug at his heart and allow him to truly give into what God has in store for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7876073316246988479?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7876073316246988479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7876073316246988479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7876073316246988479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7876073316246988479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/with-tears-in-his-eyes.html' title='With Tears In His Eyes...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5999954091099425856</id><published>2011-04-06T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:11:26.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction...</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy blogging. Some people may give me grief or not understand- but I do! It's an outlet for my thoughts and even if no one ever reads it- I enjoy writing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot about the direction I wanted this blog to go... I first heard of blogging from my cousin, Annie. She use to blog a lot more (hint hint) but then the convenience of Facebook and daily life got in the way-- I totally get it. I can't tell you how many times I've thought lately, "I'd like to write a blog about that"- but then life happens and you don't get a chance. See already off course trying to tell you the direction... I thought about making this blog like others, a look into my life and my happenings-- but that's kinda boring! Not because I don't like a blog like that, but it's just me! No guy, no kids, I do have my pups, but how many posts can I do on them-- wait, don't answer that! &lt;strike&gt;If&lt;/strike&gt; When I get married and have kids, I will make this more about pictures of them and our happenings, vs. just what it's going to be now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to really use this blog for prayer and thankfulness. I have been soooo very blessed lately and I want to really show the awesome things God has done in my life. I want to allow others to e-mail me and I will pray for them, publicly on a post and privately. I have really seen the awesomeness of prayer in my life lately and I want to share that with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get my wrong- there will still be posts about what's going on in my life and sometimes a "need to vent" post. But I really would like to make this about God's glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy and please let me know if I can pray for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Stacylouwho7@gmail.com"&gt;Stacylouwho7@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; I don't need to know you, I can still pray for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also post a little "widget" somewhere once I figure out more about that! &lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us - whatever we ask - we know that we have what we asked of him" (1 John 5:14-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5999954091099425856?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5999954091099425856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5999954091099425856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5999954091099425856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5999954091099425856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/04/direction.html' title='Direction...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-694482697017194204</id><published>2011-02-18T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:18:23.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is SO Good!</title><content type='html'>OK- I cannot express how much of a slap in the face by God's awesomeness I just got!&lt;br /&gt;I hear you Lord, I will listen that YOU know what's best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been posting on FB all week for prayers and how excited I am and I am finally revealing why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a house for rent on CraigsList in Tanner- my dream neighborhood!! A play-by-play of my week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Emailed the owner to see if it was available and YAY it was! I called the realtor and asked to see it that day! We made an appointment! I get there and wait- when the realtor got there-- she didn't have a key to the house! But I loved the outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Made an appointment to come back and she promised she would have a key. I got there and there was a different lady. Her assistant. And she wasn't able to answer any of my questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- I call the realtor, tell her I LOVE the house and want it- but have some demands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) in the master bedroom, there is caulk still on the walls that needs sanded and painted over- very small area, but need the small fix...&lt;br /&gt;2) I would like to start my lease on March 1, but wondered if I could move some things in over the weekend without starting the lease yet.&lt;br /&gt;3) I would like to pay half my deposit now, half on March 15th&lt;br /&gt;4) I would like a 2 year lease for 900-- the website that showed the house said the price of the house was reduced from 975 to 950 plus lease reduction for longer lease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She tells me she needs to run everything past the owners and will get back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience-- AKA--- something I don't have. I call her at lunch and she still doesn't have an answer. I email before I leave for the day, with no response. Well at this point, I am so disappointed I could cry- oh wait I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth came home and she talked to me from her point of view. She put some things in perspective and called me out-- I jump head first into things and think later. While she made a great point, I still wanted the house- but it didn't stop me from talking to God and asking him to show me if this was where He wanted me. I asked Him to PLEASE spell it out for me like a child! I came to the decision to "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let Go and Let God&lt;/span&gt;"- my 2011 motto- and finally went on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got an email back from the realtor this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi Stacy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with the ******* and the following are the answers to your questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanding and painting the area above the window /NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deposit will need to be paid in full at time of lease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lease can start on March 1, 2011, no problem there, however, if you need to move in early that will be ok at $30.83 per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lease is actually $975 for 1 year with a discount of $50 if the lease is for 2 years or more which would be $925 with a $925 deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have answered all of your questions and if this works for you, I look forward to meeting with you to finalize the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows me so well, that He knew, had it just been ONE thing they didn't agree to, I'd give in! He answered right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No Stacy, Just wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well God, I am at my knees and humbling myself to your will and I will wait. (I will be waiting with boxes in my house b/c I am already packing) But I am waiting. I trust you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is SOOOO Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-694482697017194204?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/694482697017194204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=694482697017194204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/694482697017194204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/694482697017194204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is SO Good!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6356548287629923303</id><published>2011-01-29T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:24:47.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bella waiting for her Edward...</title><content type='html'>OK... cheesy title for a blog post... but it got your attention. WOW... where to start! I am just so happy... "I feel like I could just bust and have happiness shoot all over everywhere!" It's hard to describe what it feels like to be so in control of your life and decisions... I think that it where a lot of my happiness is coming from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 7 pounds!! (unofficially since 1/1/11) Since I started weight watchers... after one week... I lost 3.8! I am feeling fabulous! Not just the fact that I did loose, but the fact that I am in such control of my life and decisions. I am tracking all of my points and I know what is going in my mouth... I'm not even as hungry as I use to be... I am making healthy eating habits and lifestyle changes, and it is wonderful! I started my challenge this week- to walk for 10 minutes a day- on Friday and I haven't minded yet. I made my own personal challenge to "work-out" aka walk at the track at Danny Jones for 3 days! I remember how happy I was when I worked out- "exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy, happy people just don't kill their husbands!" (Movie quoter much??)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Thursday to see how I have done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little weight loss is not all that's making me smile!! I'm in a new relationship! Well newish- no my knight in shining armor prince hasn't arrived-- this relationship is with myself. (Get your mind out of the gutter- not like that!) I am working on me. Knowing me, loving me, and making me happy. No man will ever be able to do that for me, unless I can do it for myself! Part of that is the weight loss, but part of is is spiritual and emotional as well. I am taking care of my mental health and drawing closer to God. He is truly amazing. He just gives me a peace I can't describe. I continually feel like I am thanking him for all of my many blessings, and the thanks never seems enough! He is such a gracious God and I am so undeserving of His grace, mercy and love... but He loves me anyway- unconditionally. I am so very thankful that I am a daughter of Christ. "Because we have been adopted, because God has redeemed us from our former father/owner..." Galatians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If are a friend of mine, you know the one earthly relationship I can't live without... my mom. She is so wonderful. I treasure, cherish and adore my time spent with her. I say this so often, but don't know if she really understands how grateful I am to have her and this relationship. I know so many woman who do not have this bond with their mother. I have such pain for them... I don't know what I would do without her and she is helping me in my weight loss battle, my fight to grow and be a stronger woman and Christian and in being my rock when I need her! I love you mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish up this ramble of a post... I would like to apologize! I am sorry to any Twilight fan I may have offended in the past... I'm in love! I can watch the movies over and over... and I can't put the book down! The ONLY reason I am taking a break is my phone died and I'm letting it recharge before I open up my kindle app and finish &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait until November. You bet your butt I will be at a midnight showing of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now! I think the phone's charged enough to finish. I vowed to not sleep until it's done! (Obsession-- never!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6356548287629923303?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6356548287629923303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6356548287629923303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6356548287629923303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6356548287629923303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-bella-waiting-for-her-edward.html' title='Another Bella waiting for her Edward...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2762338528644793282</id><published>2011-01-21T07:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:38:46.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking...</title><content type='html'>WOW! One whole day! I tracked everything I ate! I stayed under points and did it...&lt;br /&gt;The thing is-- I feel GREAT!! I can do this! I am going to try again today! The most important thing I'm trying to remember is, I'm doing this for me! No one else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love me, and because I love me, I'm going to take better care of myself!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2762338528644793282?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2762338528644793282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2762338528644793282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2762338528644793282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2762338528644793282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/tracking.html' title='Tracking...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-270412661830788859</id><published>2011-01-19T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:57:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Watchers Points Plus--- Can I Do This??</title><content type='html'>So... last night I joined Weight Watchers... again.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for orientation for the new Points Plus program, part because I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but part because I was seeking that feeling I got when I joined the first time, back in 2007. (Wow, was it really that long ago?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such drive, such energy, such hope-- such time! I was in college where my only responsibility was my job of being a nanny to two sweet elementary aged boys and all we did was play and swim... it was great! No wonder I could do it with no problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, 3 and a half years later, how things have changed!! I'm terrified. Can I do this? How do people do this? How do people work all day long, keep their house clean, "coupon", some take care of kids in there, and plan and cook healthy meals?? I don't know if I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and think about how awesome these recipies sound and how "I think I can do this"... then life hits. I oversleep, have too many chores to cook healthy, stress over every little detail... how can I add to this journaling all the food I eat in a day and plan the next days meals too?&lt;br /&gt;Add to all that exercising too?? OMG!! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it? No really?? HOW?!?! Tell me please! I am open to any and all suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-270412661830788859?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/270412661830788859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=270412661830788859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/270412661830788859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/270412661830788859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/weight-watchers-points-plus-can-i-do.html' title='Weight Watchers Points Plus--- Can I Do This??'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3299048244043140181</id><published>2011-01-11T19:21:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:09:27.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will finish this...</title><content type='html'>AHA! A little longer than 30 days... but I'm done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #15: A picture that always makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz0ZkuO_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2ARi4Hg8EVo/s1600/68181_540994926032_136100181_31466366_8061926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561088360087223330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz0ZkuO_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2ARi4Hg8EVo/s320/68181_540994926032_136100181_31466366_8061926_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies always make me smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #16: A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz1pmKZXRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XRlqUPZZAY0/s1600/n136101749_30421915_8054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561089734863314194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz1pmKZXRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XRlqUPZZAY0/s320/n136101749_30421915_8054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #17: A picture that always makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we just do this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #18: A picture of the town/city you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz2Rb6XBDI/AAAAAAAAALA/bAUEXDUlBOo/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561090419306464306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz2Rb6XBDI/AAAAAAAAALA/bAUEXDUlBOo/s320/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset at a Riverdogs Game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #19: A picture of what you did today.&lt;br /&gt;I worked today... can't show ya that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #20: A picture of you and a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cool enough to have a picture with a celebrity... but I'll give you an autograph if ya want!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #21: A picture you had no idea was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz3bF4iA3I/AAAAAAAAALI/IAmGKPxU91g/s1600/4477_518571648275_217400575_31090133_2858681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561091684703535986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz3bF4iA3I/AAAAAAAAALI/IAmGKPxU91g/s320/4477_518571648275_217400575_31090133_2858681_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching the flowers at my cousin's wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #22: A picture of you and a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;Only child! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #23: A picture of one of your biggest accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz3618axXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/M7ilLaAmzzs/s1600/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561092230180685170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz3618axXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/M7ilLaAmzzs/s320/blog.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I became official-- I love my job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #24: A picture of your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz4W2K3WGI/AAAAAAAAALY/RBbPRMYNQo0/s1600/car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561092711277615202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz4W2K3WGI/AAAAAAAAALY/RBbPRMYNQo0/s320/car.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car I bought all on my own!! I was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #25: A picture of you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz5HLEgPeI/AAAAAAAAALg/pRqZP6cac2M/s1600/193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561093541521800674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz5HLEgPeI/AAAAAAAAALg/pRqZP6cac2M/s320/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest and most fabulous! (By oldest I mean longest-- we are NOT old ladies!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #26: A picture of you on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz6IEs0NbI/AAAAAAAAALo/eMjWe9y-gxs/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561094656503330226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz6IEs0NbI/AAAAAAAAALo/eMjWe9y-gxs/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Collarbones!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #27: A picture of you at your senior prom.&lt;br /&gt;OOO Lordy!! My mommy has those pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #28: A picture of you from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz7FoprDKI/AAAAAAAAALw/6aKIO-ru0hU/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561095714125843618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz7FoprDKI/AAAAAAAAALw/6aKIO-ru0hU/s320/DSC01224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be a lot more of these next year! Especially since our game curse is broken (I hope)!! Go Cocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #29: A picture of you that doesn’t really look like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz83oHhHrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UakpT6nJnHQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561097672487673522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz83oHhHrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UakpT6nJnHQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #30: A picture of one of the best times of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz-yYEVw9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/EkbtaYxBDFQ/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561099781303288786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz-yYEVw9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/EkbtaYxBDFQ/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than the feeling I get when I enter the Gamecock stadium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!! DONE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-3299048244043140181?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/3299048244043140181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=3299048244043140181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3299048244043140181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3299048244043140181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-finish-this.html' title='I will finish this...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSz0ZkuO_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2ARi4Hg8EVo/s72-c/68181_540994926032_136100181_31466366_8061926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7550567862597235729</id><published>2011-01-11T15:06:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:20:50.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding it up a lil...</title><content type='html'>Day #12: A picture of somewhere you want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561022840578157010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy4z1h-qdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B6rkG4PUrU8/s320/imagesCAH87ECU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy4z1h-qdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B6rkG4PUrU8/s1600/imagesCAH87ECU.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One day I will visit Cancun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #13: A picture of you and your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy5JAKuZaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DdN3b1nk9HU/s1600/n136100181_30486324_9884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561023204210664866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy5JAKuZaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DdN3b1nk9HU/s320/n136100181_30486324_9884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love me some Elizabeth Ann! This is our "Skinny Girl" picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day #14: A picture of you truly being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy69PcihMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XpHMzv5g9uI/s1600/4477_518570430715_217400575_31089962_6132517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561025201176741058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy69PcihMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XpHMzv5g9uI/s320/4477_518570430715_217400575_31089962_6132517_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Silly and Goofy! That's me and proud! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7550567862597235729?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7550567862597235729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7550567862597235729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7550567862597235729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7550567862597235729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-12-picture-of-somewhere-you-want-to.html' title='Speeding it up a lil...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSy4z1h-qdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B6rkG4PUrU8/s72-c/imagesCAH87ECU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4537607516528589697</id><published>2011-01-11T12:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:05:09.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #11: A picture of your celebrity crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day #11: A picture of your celebrity crush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560980900758862802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSySqnh2u9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uVjAkVAxGSs/s320/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Channing Tatum is so Yummy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560981069864401634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSyS0dfweuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Hz6c8w0JhI0/s320/Taylor-Lautner-Jacob-Black-Twilight.jpg" /&gt; Don't hate... Taylor is legal now! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4537607516528589697?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4537607516528589697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4537607516528589697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4537607516528589697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4537607516528589697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-11-picture-of-your-celebrity-crush.html' title='Day #11: A picture of your celebrity crush.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSySqnh2u9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/uVjAkVAxGSs/s72-c/channing-tatum-dear-john-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1135507099799000192</id><published>2011-01-09T19:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:21:56.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review...</title><content type='html'>I had such a wonderful weekend! It wasn't that I did anything super spectacular, but it was just one of those great weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work Friday, my mom and I went "browsing" at furniture departments and I picked out a new beautiful bedroom suite! Queen Sleigh bed, dresser, mirror, chest, and night stand. Add in a new mattress and my bedroom will be complete! The best part of it is, I can put in on layaway and pay in 4 months! :) I also might throw in a recliner too! Since they are buy one get one free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my day Saturday in Forks watching Twilight all day while I cleaned my FILTHY house! Yes... it was bad! Just junk everywhere... and I hate that! My downstairs is livable again and SURPRISE... there's my carpet! I did have a vacuum mishap and sure hope my Eureka didn't die on me (smoke shouldn't come out of a vacuum right?) Stupid hair!! After I cleaned all day, I showered and got all dolled up to go downtown with two fabulous women! Elizabeth, Emily and I went to Trio and just enjoyed ourselves! I hadn't been out in forever and it was very nice to get out and I love dressing up all pretty! My feet hate me today tho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept in... I know shame shame! But was awakened by Ms. Steele dragging me out for a great lunch where we had one of those great talks that you can only get with a true friend! "Friends are the best therapists... and the icing on the cake is- it's free!" After that I came home and started the mountain of laundry I had piled up. It's still washing upstairs as I write. I also made my mommy's chili! I am so excited- it turned out GREAT! And it really filled me up! One bowl, that's all I need! Very healthy! And I have plenty left for the week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt; speaking of healthy... week 1 of the diet--er lifestyle change-- I lost 5 pounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I am getting back on track to how I was before! :) I am so very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is going to be GREAT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1135507099799000192?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1135507099799000192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1135507099799000192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1135507099799000192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1135507099799000192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8353992135514536251</id><published>2010-12-22T06:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:09:06.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #10: A picture of your handwriting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSdIjGPvBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KQoJ4vEJuwE/s1600/handwriting.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSdIjGPvBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KQoJ4vEJuwE/s320/handwriting.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559492032821397202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was for Lauren's Bachelorette party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8353992135514536251?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8353992135514536251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8353992135514536251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8353992135514536251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8353992135514536251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-10-picture-of-your-handwriting.html' title='Day #10: A picture of your handwriting.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSdIjGPvBtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KQoJ4vEJuwE/s72-c/handwriting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3283990116955022562</id><published>2010-12-22T06:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:07:51.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #9: A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSYyS32lRvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mgRzNrm4kk/s1600/funny%2Bface.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSYyS32lRvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mgRzNrm4kk/s320/funny%2Bface.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559186089847375602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a harley ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-3283990116955022562?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/3283990116955022562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=3283990116955022562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3283990116955022562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3283990116955022562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-9-picture-of-you-making-goofy-face.html' title='Day #9: A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSYyS32lRvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5mgRzNrm4kk/s72-c/funny%2Bface.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6942343864443181705</id><published>2010-12-22T06:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:43:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #8: A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7xewPzEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/diVXZ0N2qw8/s1600/S10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7xewPzEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/diVXZ0N2qw8/s320/S10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558774298825444418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at my lowest... I loved this outfit and felt so skinny and sexy and I still had weight to loose... I will be beating this picture this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6942343864443181705?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6942343864443181705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6942343864443181705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6942343864443181705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6942343864443181705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-8-picture-of-you-in-one-of-your.html' title='Day #8: A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7xewPzEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/diVXZ0N2qw8/s72-c/S10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5202395408234183884</id><published>2010-12-22T06:53:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:42:07.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #7: A picture of you from your younger years.</title><content type='html'>This one is fun... &lt;br /&gt;1) Because I was such a cute baby! (not sure what happened)&lt;br /&gt;2) Because I haven't changed that much! I still look like a little girl (I think) &lt;br /&gt;3) NO laughing at my fat baby face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7Z61awgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nzAw21QiDX4/s1600/PapaStacyInfant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7Z61awgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nzAw21QiDX4/s320/PapaStacyInfant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558773894046466562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7R5iLYOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qAZxEc3jB9I/s1600/lil%2Bgirl%2Bpic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7R5iLYOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qAZxEc3jB9I/s320/lil%2Bgirl%2Bpic.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558773756258377954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5202395408234183884?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5202395408234183884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5202395408234183884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5202395408234183884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5202395408234183884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-7-picture-of-you-from-your-younger.html' title='Day #7: A picture of you from your younger years.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSS7Z61awgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nzAw21QiDX4/s72-c/PapaStacyInfant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2943051937792885986</id><published>2010-12-22T06:53:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:12:09.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #6: A picture of you on your birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSM4V-8qPAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e7qetRlCKZ4/s1600/bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSM4V-8qPAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e7qetRlCKZ4/s320/bday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558348315431156738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very mellow birthday this year. Work then dinner with my best friend! My birthday fell one month to the death of Papa, so I kinda just wanted to keep going. I did snap this self pic with my birthday balloons E hung up around the house! :) (She's so sweet- such a great bff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2943051937792885986?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2943051937792885986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2943051937792885986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2943051937792885986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2943051937792885986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-picture-of-you-on-your-birthday.html' title='Day #6: A picture of you on your birthday.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TSM4V-8qPAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e7qetRlCKZ4/s72-c/bday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1270626657798442704</id><published>2010-12-22T06:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:50:59.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #5: A picture of you with a parent or two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRyAF10eRpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Okenvnw12OE/s1600/154329_540231456032_136100181_31455890_6561336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRyAF10eRpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Okenvnw12OE/s320/154329_540231456032_136100181_31455890_6561336_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556456878103217810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a fun day to add a picture of... and not hard to find because I am always snapping a picture with my mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my rock! I can't say that enough!&lt;br /&gt;Love; adore; admire; cherish--- words cannot express how much I thank God every day for the gift of my mom. I am so lucky to have such a strong bond with her and do not know what I would do with out her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRx-3wEv1rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M3Mg2jVJW78/s1600/75887_539814331952_136100181_31448424_5624055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRx-3wEv1rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/M3Mg2jVJW78/s320/75887_539814331952_136100181_31448424_5624055_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556455536531068594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1270626657798442704?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1270626657798442704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1270626657798442704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1270626657798442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1270626657798442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-5-picture-of-you-with-parent-or-two.html' title='Day #5: A picture of you with a parent or two.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRyAF10eRpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Okenvnw12OE/s72-c/154329_540231456032_136100181_31455890_6561336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2566919288840367354</id><published>2010-12-22T06:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T06:46:54.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #4: A picture of you very drunk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRnN1_LrtlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J9sOxm3C-68/s1600/73898_538766187442_136100181_31428533_3132456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRnN1_LrtlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J9sOxm3C-68/s320/73898_538766187442_136100181_31428533_3132456_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555697942715414098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you how hard it was to find a picture of me drunk?!? For a couple of reasons too! &lt;br /&gt;1) I don't get drunk anymore-- sadly when I drink... I just get tired and ready to go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;2) On the occasion I do get drunk- I'm very careful to NOT get my picture taken! &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ALWAYS&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hide the evidence! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did find this picture of the last time I really drank and decided I'd post it b/c it's cute and I like my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2566919288840367354?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2566919288840367354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2566919288840367354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2566919288840367354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2566919288840367354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-4-picture-of-you-very-drunk.html' title='Day #4: A picture of you very drunk.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRnN1_LrtlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J9sOxm3C-68/s72-c/73898_538766187442_136100181_31428533_3132456_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-9132044306641911785</id><published>2010-12-21T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:52:28.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #3: A picture of your house/apartment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRHmSQOrNII/AAAAAAAAAIs/mRD23mQe38M/s1600/68101_540364095222_136100181_31458590_580266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRHmSQOrNII/AAAAAAAAAIs/mRD23mQe38M/s320/68101_540364095222_136100181_31458590_580266_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553473016793085058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture of my house from the outside, so here is the most recent picture of my favorite place in my house these days. &lt;br /&gt;I love sitting by the Christmas Tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-9132044306641911785?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/9132044306641911785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=9132044306641911785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/9132044306641911785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/9132044306641911785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-picture-of-your-houseapartment.html' title='Day #3: A picture of your house/apartment.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRHmSQOrNII/AAAAAAAAAIs/mRD23mQe38M/s72-c/68101_540364095222_136100181_31458590_580266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5441782362276045970</id><published>2010-12-21T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:12:48.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2: A picture of what is in your purse.</title><content type='html'>There is nothing in my purse but a wallet- this pose bores me... I'm not really a purse girl- I'm a shoe girl! SOOOO-- Lets take see a picture of my new cute boots from my moma! I LOVE my new boots... I love boots... I love shoes period! Ever seen "In Her Shoes"-- I LOVE that movie and what Rose says about shoes: "I get something out of them! When I feel bad I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good... food just makes me fatter... shoes always fit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my new boot edition, I may make a post dedicated to my shoes just to show of my new heels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRDR6dJ8fhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/upmazG_S88w/s1600/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRDR6dJ8fhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/upmazG_S88w/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553169142736780818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5441782362276045970?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5441782362276045970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5441782362276045970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5441782362276045970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5441782362276045970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-picture-of-what-is-in-your-purse.html' title='Day #2: A picture of what is in your purse.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TRDR6dJ8fhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/upmazG_S88w/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8188376439172541009</id><published>2010-12-16T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:58:30.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #1: A picture of you, and 15 facts about yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQpdyWkIEpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hmFjK66NfV8/s1600/73192_538767060692_136100181_31428599_6419922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQpdyWkIEpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hmFjK66NfV8/s320/73192_538767060692_136100181_31428599_6419922_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352610319504018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm an only child- I'm not a spoiled brat either, I am very blessed. &lt;br /&gt;2. I love my dogs. I was even asked once if I had seen the show "it's me or the dog"-- ask me that question and I'll pick my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom is my best friend- I laugh with her on this because she and I didn't always have the best relationship, but now IDK what I would do without her. &lt;br /&gt;4. I'm random- sometimes I say/think the most random things and IDK where they come from. &lt;br /&gt;5. My parents are divored. It knocked me back to 3 years old when this happened, but I'm finally able to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a flirt. Sometimes I try to be and sometimes I am without realizing it. But I love me a boy and there's nothing better than some eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm addicted to facebook. I have it on my phone, home computer and work computer. I'm always checking it and seeing what peoples status messages are. And posting whatever random thing I'm thinking at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;8. I like all kinds of music. In the winter I'm more a country and rock girl, in the summer I like rap and pop and can always appreciate anything from metal to classical. &lt;br /&gt;9. I went to college for six and a half years. Two at Trident and Four and a half at Charleston Southern and my career now has nothing to do with my degree and I wouldn't change a thing. &lt;br /&gt;10. It's taken me 26 and a half years to finally be able to say that I don't care what others think about me and have to say about me. I am happy with who I am and don't need anyones approval. &lt;br /&gt;11. I love to take pictures and when I'm prepared for it- I like to have my picture taken. When I reach my ideal weight, I wanna model! (my blog- I can dream if I want).&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm a planner. I like to have things planned out and organized. &lt;br /&gt;13. In response to 12- I get frustrated when things don't go as planned. I have to take a minute to not sweat the small stuff, but I don't always remember that at get a lil peeved anyways. &lt;br /&gt;14. I collect movies. If I like the movie, it goes onto my "want it" list. How much I like a movie; however, determines when I will buy. Some movies are day they come out worthy and some are wait for the $5 bin at walmart worthy. &lt;br /&gt;15. I'm a Christian. I am not the perfect one- tho no one is- but I definately struggle. I am never sure if my choices are the right for me and if it's what God wants for me- but I am learning that it's OK and God will love me how I am! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8188376439172541009?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8188376439172541009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8188376439172541009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8188376439172541009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8188376439172541009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-1-picture-of-you-and-15-facts-about.html' title='Day #1: A picture of you, and 15 facts about yourself.'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQpdyWkIEpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hmFjK66NfV8/s72-c/73192_538767060692_136100181_31428599_6419922_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4419241472436240035</id><published>2010-12-14T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:00:11.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Photo Challenge …</title><content type='html'>Just for fun-- and because I'm not online enough as it is... I thought I would join in! This at least will give me a reason to blog! :) Starts tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Day Photo Challenge …&lt;br /&gt;Day #1: A picture of you, and 15 facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day #2: A picture of what is in your purse.&lt;br /&gt;Day #3: A picture of your house/apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Day #4: A picture of you very drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Day #5: A picture of you with a parent or two.&lt;br /&gt;Day #6: A picture of you on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Day #7: A picture of you from your younger years.&lt;br /&gt;Day #8: A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits.&lt;br /&gt;Day #9: A picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Day #10: A picture of your handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Day #11: A picture of your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day #12: A picture of somewhere you want to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Day #13: A picture of you and your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Day #14: A picture of you truly being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day #15: A picture that always makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Day #16: A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Day #17: A picture that always makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Day #18: A picture of the town/city you live in.&lt;br /&gt;Day #19: A picture of what you did today.&lt;br /&gt;Day #20: A picture of you and a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;Day #21: A picture you had no idea was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;Day #22: A picture of you and a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;Day #23: A picture of one of your biggest accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;Day #24: A picture of your car.&lt;br /&gt;Day #25: A picture of you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Day #26: A picture of you on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Day #27: A picture of you at your senior prom.&lt;br /&gt;Day #28: A picture of you from last year.&lt;br /&gt;Day #29: A picture of you that doesn’t really look like you.&lt;br /&gt;Day #30: A picture of one of the best times of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4419241472436240035?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4419241472436240035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4419241472436240035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4419241472436240035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4419241472436240035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-day-photo-challenge.html' title='30 Day Photo Challenge …'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4916160393961928459</id><published>2010-08-28T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:27:28.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's my life... it's now or never!"</title><content type='html'>Well-- It has been quite a while since I last posted. &lt;br /&gt;Things in my life have GREATLY changed since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sit here an backtrack over the past two years and what has changed, what hasn't, who's come into my life and who's gone out and left-- anyone who knows me that will read this- know this information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however going to say how happy I feel. I am feeling so comfortable with my life and the choices I am making each day. I want to start updating this much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... be looking out-- more to come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to rearrange the dining room in MY house! &lt;br /&gt;*LOVES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4916160393961928459?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4916160393961928459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4916160393961928459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4916160393961928459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4916160393961928459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-life-its-now-or-never.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s my life... it&apos;s now or never!&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3983169656486060416</id><published>2008-11-28T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:28:52.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>Some pictures from our wonderful trip to Ehrhardt for Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513820983179&amp;amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513820983179&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p1/3458764513820983179/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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at WishAFriend.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6178881822210754885?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6178881822210754885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6178881822210754885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6178881822210754885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6178881822210754885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2295272606174508516</id><published>2008-07-10T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:52:14.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post was April 11</title><content type='html'>So I've been on a blogging sabatical! HA Right! I've just been too busy to write anything, but since I can't sleep right now, I thought I would do a little blogging. But MAN do i have a lot to catch up on... the only way is month to month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April...&lt;br /&gt;I finished my classes! Amazingly I passed Spanish! Woo Hoo!!! Didn't do too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May...&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I went to a wedding on Kiawah! There was a little drama, but man was it a good time. His family was there and it was such a fun time! He really has a wonderful family! I spent the rest of May watchin Joey! (SUCH FUN!) And chillaxin with Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June...&lt;br /&gt;I started back watching the boys! Started fun, but we had to get back to regular rules! Then I celebrated Mike's 29th birthday! It was a very fun and relaxing weekend! I enjoyed it, I hope he did also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July...&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th!! And guess what! I'm 24!! Wow! I feel old! I have more to say about July since, everything is fresh in my mind. Mike and piled into Lea and Scott's Pilot with Joey and Cotton and headed eight hours away to Virginia! What a fun time!! Mike and I went to see firework! I was so grateful for some wonderful gifts from Mike and his family! Cute outfits too!! Then we had a cookout for the fourth, some of Mike's family on the 5th and some SHOPPING for my birthday on the 6th! I am a really lucky girl! So lucky that my family all came in town for me! haha! Not really, but they did all come in town for a girls weekend! I am so excited! We had a cookout tonight (my cousin Annie is such a great hostess) and just sat around laughing and having a wonderful time! Mike joined us after class! And we ate and laughed an poked some fun at a poor, innocent, scared little girls expence! My child will never have to ride a bike or go underwater if she doesn't want to! hehe!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't wait four months til my next blog! I look forward to adding some pictures soon, but I need to get them on CD first (no USB port!) Talk to you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2295272606174508516?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2295272606174508516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2295272606174508516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2295272606174508516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2295272606174508516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-post-was-april-11.html' title='Last Post was April 11'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-3153885048089808922</id><published>2008-04-11T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:51:44.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PS!</title><content type='html'>6 more days of classes!!&lt;br /&gt;Finals!&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CLASSES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty exciting huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-3153885048089808922?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/3153885048089808922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=3153885048089808922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3153885048089808922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/3153885048089808922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/04/ps.html' title='PS!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6542961050049793278</id><published>2008-04-11T16:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:50:25.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME SUMMER!!!</title><content type='html'>OH WOW! What a beautiful day! My fabulous boyfriend let me use his pool pass and I got to lay and relax today. It was so refreshing and his pool is back away from lots of cars so there wasn't much traffic. The only problem was I got a little sunburnt on my hiney!! :) It was worth it though! Welcome summer! I've missed you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6542961050049793278?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6542961050049793278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6542961050049793278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6542961050049793278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6542961050049793278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-summer.html' title='WELCOME SUMMER!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1590194536441718191</id><published>2008-03-10T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:16:34.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything in a while.. partially cuz I'm semi-busy, partially cuz I have nothing to say! So I will just write that life is good! Mom's feeling semi-better and I'm back in my last semester after a lazy spring break! It's hard to believe this will be my LAST semester of real school. I of course will have student teaching, but after that-- DONE!!! No more classes, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks!!! YAY!! Also, I've been looking for my Easter dress and think I've found it. I will be going with Mike and his family to church to see Joey get baptised, so I thought I new dress was appropriate! (Any excuse to shop!!) But here's the dress, what do you think? And, what kind of shoes should I wear? I am so bad at pairing shoes with an outfit!! (Is the dress "springy" enough?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R9VszHsLeiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oLfeFgsdyLc/s1600-h/41zxJe3I61L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R9VszHsLeiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oLfeFgsdyLc/s320/41zxJe3I61L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176162972225731106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1590194536441718191?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1590194536441718191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1590194536441718191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1590194536441718191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1590194536441718191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R9VszHsLeiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oLfeFgsdyLc/s72-c/41zxJe3I61L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5489421021662956578</id><published>2008-02-10T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:33:52.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin around...</title><content type='html'>like a chicken with her head cut off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted! My mom recently had back surgery and while, I don't mind helping, I must say I am so physically drained I can't see straight. And while I thought about sleeping in today, I way too worried about getting everything done to enjoy the idea of sleeping in! Please say a prayer that I can learn to manage everything I have going on this week, cuz right now I'm not so sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5489421021662956578?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5489421021662956578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5489421021662956578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5489421021662956578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5489421021662956578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/02/runnin-around.html' title='Runnin around...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2836953074220272725</id><published>2008-01-13T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:57:34.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The inner workings of Stacy</title><content type='html'>Share six unimportant things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;**Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;**Share six trivial things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;**Tag six people and the end of your post and link to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;**Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;**Learn anecdotal things about your blog friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my six things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate fighting and arguing. So much that I physically react in arguements. My heart begins to race and I get overheated because I hate fighting. I have been known to cry also. I would much rather talk it out that shout and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE watching re-runs and info-mercials. I could and have watched episodes of Full House, Sex and the City, America's Next Top Model, etc. and I love seeing infor-mercials I have seen before and think about how I could use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I cook, especially cookies, I at times pretend I'm on a cooking show explaining how to cook something. (I'm usually Rachel Ray or Paula Dean in case you're wondering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I pretend like I am so cool and confident, but at times am very insecure. Not cool and confident like I'm the "Queen Bee" (brownie points for knowing the movie), but like I am confident and don't really care what people think. But the truth is... I do get very worried that people will like me and I need reassurance that people are happy with me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been in college for six years now. I am one year away from graduating. But I would be happy working in a daycare for the rest of my life. Not one like the first I worked in, but a child development center. I love 3 and 4 year olds and seeing them learn things for the first time. They are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I feel myself getting older. I find myself saying "why is she wearing that? that is just inappropriate!" and thinking that these little girls need to be wearing more clothes and be more respectful! It's sad really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag:&lt;br /&gt; anyone who would like to! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2836953074220272725?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2836953074220272725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2836953074220272725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2836953074220272725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2836953074220272725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/01/inner-workings-of-stacy.html' title='The inner workings of Stacy'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-851731549590799957</id><published>2008-01-02T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:17:53.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my mother's birthday. I want to wish her a wonderful and happy birthday! She is my rock, my strength, and my friend. I have seen her go through so much the past two years and I have seen her become such a strong woman. I feel so lucky to have her for my mother. Thank you for always being there and giving unconditional love. I love you moma! Happy Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376166504907&amp;amp;site=widget-cb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166504907&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p1/288230376166504907/bb_t048_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166504907&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cb.slide.com/p2/288230376166504907/bb_t048_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7440197114013228533-851731549590799957?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/851731549590799957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=851731549590799957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/851731549590799957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/851731549590799957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4452172839211535998</id><published>2008-01-02T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:55:00.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now taking donations...</title><content type='html'>I want a pair of Danskos for work/school! I am no accepting donations to the "Stacy needs a pair of shoes that won't hurt her feet" fund! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know your donation and I'll personally pick up the donation myself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want-- Wouldn't they be great?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3s1Kgk0biI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4uUyGFkVzpE/s1600-h/large_206020202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3s1Kgk0biI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4uUyGFkVzpE/s320/large_206020202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150769053487623714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4452172839211535998?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4452172839211535998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4452172839211535998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4452172839211535998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4452172839211535998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-taking-donations.html' title='Now taking donations...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3s1Kgk0biI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4uUyGFkVzpE/s72-c/large_206020202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2274405050357334633</id><published>2007-12-31T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:23:40.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYS!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish a happy birthday to my dear Aunt Sheree! I hope you had a WONDERFUL 35th birthday! Here's Aunt Sheree with my Aunt Shelley and Mom on Turkey Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3h8Rgk0bgI/AAAAAAAAADs/CzfajXlbVHg/s1600-h/Sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3h8Rgk0bgI/AAAAAAAAADs/CzfajXlbVHg/s320/Sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150002814142148098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a Happy Birthday to a wonderful woman, Jamie! I hope your day is GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jamie with her mom at Annie's tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3h8pwk0bhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8o7YleDQXbg/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3h8pwk0bhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8o7YleDQXbg/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150003230753975826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2274405050357334633?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2274405050357334633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2274405050357334633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2274405050357334633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2274405050357334633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthdays.html' title='BIRTHDAYS!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R3h8Rgk0bgI/AAAAAAAAADs/CzfajXlbVHg/s72-c/Sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5625805693972054045</id><published>2007-12-25T00:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:51:23.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>Ya know, I never realized just how blessed I am until it almost hits you right in the face. I don't have lots of money, I don't have lots of expensive clothes and I don't have a brand new car, but I am one lucky girl. I sat at Christmas Eve service tonight and realized that my life is no where near what I thought it would be. I never thought my parents would divorce, I never thought I would be in school at 23, and living with my mom still-but I am so lucky. I have the most wonderful family. I am not including the word friends, because my friends so often surpass as friends and I consider them my family. My "biological" family is absolutely wonderful. I have the sweetest, kindest, most loving family a girl could ask for. And my extended family is so wonderful, I feel like God chose them especially for me. I was born an only child and now have these women that I love like sisters. Elizabeth, Christina and even little Emily. I couldn't be luckier. I thank God every day for what he does for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5625805693972054045?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5625805693972054045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5625805693972054045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5625805693972054045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5625805693972054045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1260846348298684894</id><published>2007-12-08T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:05:04.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Romance</title><content type='html'>Last night I hopped in Christina's "truck" with Elizabeth and we headed to St. Stephens to a Pure Romance party. SOO much fun! Nothing like bonding over lubricants, oils and toys! Here's some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376166182046&amp;amp;site=widget-9e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166182046&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p1/288230376166182046/bb_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376166182046&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9e.slide.com/p2/288230376166182046/bb_t015_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7440197114013228533-1260846348298684894?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1260846348298684894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1260846348298684894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1260846348298684894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1260846348298684894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/12/pure-romance.html' title='Pure Romance'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6216753356484333828</id><published>2007-12-04T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:44:42.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Birthday Day!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish a Happy Birthday to my fabulous cousin Annie! She is turning 27 today! I hope you have a fabulous birthday!! Love you bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WR6D7QgEI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2P3cr-zeec/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WR6D7QgEI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2P3cr-zeec/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140174976385581122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Annie and I at her Birthday Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WQrj7QgAI/AAAAAAAAADE/cllRElP9n4s/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WQrj7QgAI/AAAAAAAAADE/cllRElP9n4s/s320/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140173627765850114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and her Mom at the Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WQ6j7QgBI/AAAAAAAAADM/mUSkHWLjAsQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WQ6j7QgBI/AAAAAAAAADM/mUSkHWLjAsQ/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140173885463887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girls after the Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WRJz7QgCI/AAAAAAAAADU/QpZSNmIqqmw/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WRJz7QgCI/AAAAAAAAADU/QpZSNmIqqmw/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140174147456892962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cousin Laruen is also celebrating her birthday today! Although I doubt she will read this, but I do wish her a Happy Birthday too! She is catching up to me today and turning 23 as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ladies! Love you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6216753356484333828?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6216753356484333828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6216753356484333828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6216753356484333828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6216753356484333828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/R1WR6D7QgEI/AAAAAAAAADk/C2P3cr-zeec/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5468841964350420367</id><published>2007-12-01T09:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:32:56.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My results</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ISFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/isfj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you express your emotions through actions.&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5468841964350420367?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5468841964350420367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5468841964350420367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5468841964350420367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5468841964350420367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-results.html' title='My results'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4496625389967398475</id><published>2007-11-21T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:37:20.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Just a note to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving! I'll be heading up to Ehrhardt for the day for some yummy food and spending time with family!! Lots of pictures to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And P.S. I weighed in today and lost 2 more pounds!! 41.4 total!! :) YAY!! Ask me again about weight loss after all the food I'll be eating tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4496625389967398475?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4496625389967398475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4496625389967398475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4496625389967398475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4496625389967398475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4546757126370723034</id><published>2007-11-07T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:31:29.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step is admitting you have a problem! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/598/159/blog_addiction.tubm6vg3iv.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;62%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Get a &lt;a href="http://www.cashadvance1500.com"&gt;cash advance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4546757126370723034?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4546757126370723034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4546757126370723034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4546757126370723034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4546757126370723034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-step-is-admitting-you-have.html' title='The first step is admitting you have a problem! :)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1733230482033793190</id><published>2007-11-06T00:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:48:35.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanted to share--</title><content type='html'>I can't think of much to write lately... correction, I can, but don't have time-- but I wanted to share a song I have fallen in love with!! I love Carrie Underwood!! She is absolutely amazing!!! And I really love the words of this song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Small"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;What you got if you ain't got love&lt;br /&gt;the kind that you just want to give away&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to open up&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and let the light shine through&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;you want to shut the world out and just be left alone&lt;br /&gt;But don't run out on your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;What you've been up there searching for&lt;br /&gt;forever is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else &lt;br /&gt;seem so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to get lost inside&lt;br /&gt;a problem that seems so big at the time&lt;br /&gt;it's like a river thats so wide&lt;br /&gt;it swallows you whole&lt;br /&gt;While you sit around thinking about what you can't change&lt;br /&gt;and worrying about all the wrong things&lt;br /&gt;time's flying by&lt;br /&gt;moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;you better make it count 'cause you can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;What you've been up there searching for&lt;br /&gt;forever is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else &lt;br /&gt;Seem so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;What you've been up there searching for&lt;br /&gt;forever is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out love is all that matters after all&lt;br /&gt;It sure makes everything else &lt;br /&gt;Oh it sure makes everything else &lt;br /&gt;Seem so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1733230482033793190?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1733230482033793190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1733230482033793190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1733230482033793190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1733230482033793190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-wanted-to-share.html' title='Just wanted to share--'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8959112397806820743</id><published>2007-11-02T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:45:18.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 to go...</title><content type='html'>That's right!! I lost &lt;strong&gt;3 more pounds &lt;/strong&gt;bringing my total to &lt;strong&gt;39!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Eleven more and mommy's getting inked!!! :) Hmmmmmmmm what tattoo should she get--- I might even get me one more--- but just to show her it doesn't hurt!!! hahaha!! YAY!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8959112397806820743?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8959112397806820743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8959112397806820743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8959112397806820743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8959112397806820743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-to-go.html' title='11 to go...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6000221666467560714</id><published>2007-10-25T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T23:44:46.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I want to be a Teacher...</title><content type='html'>So I have read this forward several times before, but this time it really hit hard. My professor showed it to us in class last night. I fought the tears for a while, but as Cassandra and Megan saw-- they came out! The quote I love was "on that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic and instead began teaching children." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Elizabeth and I were talking about the community in her classroom and how she is so excited it. The thing I love about E is the encouragement I get from just listening to her talk. She is really a great teacher and someone I strive to be like when I teach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want teaching to be more than a job for me, I want it my career. I don't want to leave my kids at school when I walk out the door; I want to think about how I can help each student grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhTjJrkzQ4U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhTjJrkzQ4U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6000221666467560714?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6000221666467560714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6000221666467560714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6000221666467560714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6000221666467560714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-i-want-to-be-teacher.html' title='Why I want to be a Teacher...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5873622945507105701</id><published>2007-10-15T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:43:39.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Movie</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a good movie to go see, check out Tyler Perry's "Why Did I Get Married?" It's great for people if you are married or single. If you know me, you know I LOVE me some Madea and Tyler Perry. He is an amazing writer and director and his movies somehow always make an impact on me. Check it out! It's great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5873622945507105701?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5873622945507105701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5873622945507105701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5873622945507105701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5873622945507105701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-movie.html' title='An Amazing Movie'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5532962859145953248</id><published>2007-10-14T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:00:17.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>YAY!! I'm pretty excited! Tomorrow and Tuesday are my Fall Break! I am sooooo happy! Also, I just thought I'd share some pictures of things happening recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Souls Harbor Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164194650&amp;amp;site=widget-5a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194650&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p1/288230376164194650/bb_t003_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194650&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5a.slide.com/p2/288230376164194650/bb_t003_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some from a trip to the movies!! DON'T GO SEE HALLOWEEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164194792&amp;amp;site=widget-e8.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194792&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p1/288230376164194792/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194792&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e8.slide.com/p2/288230376164194792/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got to watch some sweethearts! I didn't get any pics of Elle and Bryant! :( But here are a few of Hannah and Delainey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376164194869&amp;amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194869&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p1/288230376164194869/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376164194869&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p2/288230376164194869/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna go put on a movie and not set an alarm clock for the mornin and snuggle with my cat!! Night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5532962859145953248?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5532962859145953248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5532962859145953248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5532962859145953248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5532962859145953248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2032849033826000275</id><published>2007-10-04T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:04:52.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have ever been so tired in my entire life!! I am so physically exhausted I don't want to get out of bed. It's a very terrifying feeling. I feel like I am treading in the middle of the ocean and can't see the shore on any side!! I know I am not the only one feeling like this! I'm pretty sure every person in their senior year of the education program is feeling this way. I just don't know what to do to catch up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2032849033826000275?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2032849033826000275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2032849033826000275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2032849033826000275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2032849033826000275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/10/absolutely-overwhelmed.html' title='Absolutely Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-44494475313594645</id><published>2007-09-29T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T03:22:48.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life...</title><content type='html'>So, tonight I was told by someone that I consider a friend that he loves me. "I love you Stacy! I really do. I've loved you since the first time I met you; I was just stupid. I didn't know what was right in front of me." To that I answered: "Story of my life" which is an OK thing to say when someone springs "I love you" on you! But it got me to thinking on my drive home. How many times in my life a guy realizes after the fact, and too late that I am a good catch and that I'm "someone you've got to get to know to love!" (Stolen from Grey's). But my new philosophy is, I don't want you to find out after the fact. I want the guy that can see it right away. I'm done giving second chances and thinking things will be different this time around. To quote my aunt Shelley: "a leopard never looses it's stripes!" I'm not going to sit and wait for the guy who has to loose me to see if I'm worth it. They guy for me is going to pray he doesn't loose me and do all he can not to, because he knows I'm worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-44494475313594645?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/44494475313594645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=44494475313594645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/44494475313594645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/44494475313594645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2736838428329731606</id><published>2007-09-27T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:36:02.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Annie! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/02/13/72/021372_701674f312cf647k12jg49.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2736838428329731606?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2736838428329731606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2736838428329731606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2736838428329731606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2736838428329731606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/stolen-from-annie.html' title='Stolen from Annie! :)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5187658485507307189</id><published>2007-09-27T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:26:21.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile!</title><content type='html'>As I break out into song! For my Thursday Thirteen this week I thought I would post 13 things happening in my life since it's CRAZY at the moment! WARNING: This post is random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got a new computer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! Still trying to get everything working properly on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They have found a tumor on my grandfather's brain and lung. Please keep him in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My step-grandmother went into the hospital for a possible heart attack but she has fluid on her heart, so keep her in your prayers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Class is absolutely exhausting!! We have a problem with our certain professor grading us on how she likes us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My cat's sitting on my desk as I type, and he's so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I will never buy a computer from Best Buy again! And Geek Squad employees are pathetic, annoying, pimple-faced, losers who can't get a real job or girlfriend so they take there job as a power trip before going home to their moms or geek squad roommates where they place computer games all day while working on their acne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm a very nice person unless you piss me off! Don't hang up the phone on me 9 times when I'm trying to contact your Geek Squad sorry behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm sick of self-righteous little girls who think their stuff don't stink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they go on mission trips every summer, then kiss the professors asses and talk and rag on their classmates. I'm sorry, that's not a Christian. I know I'm not perfect, I never claimed to be, but I also am not fake, I know who I am. I'm not gonna pretend I like you, then talk smack behind your back. I know I don't like you and you know I don't like you! (And my friends got my back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm loving all these commercials about "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for sex". I think its a great message. For so long, the message was wait for sex or use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;condom&lt;/span&gt; so you don't get an STD. Well guess what, they've finally got the message out that many people aren't getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;STDs&lt;/span&gt;, their getting these babies they're not ready for! So maybe they'll take a hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm getting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; this weekend! I need one desperately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) GREYS ANATOMY PREMIERES TONIGHT!!!! Heck Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I've said it before, I'll say it again! I love my friends. I really do. They are such wonderful, kind, sweet people! God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I've got lots of homework to finish!! And I'm not doing anything about it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, That's not unusual!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5187658485507307189?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5187658485507307189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5187658485507307189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5187658485507307189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5187658485507307189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1645923267999077789</id><published>2007-09-17T01:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:01:15.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A pictures worth a 1000 words!</title><content type='html'>So, most everyone knows I've been on a diet for a few months. I am still losing, tho it's getting harder! But with constant support from fabulous friends and family, I've been able to do it. One other thing that keeps you going is looking at yourself in photos! The night of Emily's Bachelorette party we took a picture and I thought I was lookin pretty good! (My friends are so kind!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111048856145659554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Ru4X2uw6hqI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kQDNSYY2JE/s200/BEFORE.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, recently we went out for E's birthday and happened to take another picture in the same spot and I ended up in a similar position. WOW! Not that I'm where I need to be, but motivation to keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111048675757033106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Ru4XsOw6hpI/AAAAAAAAACU/GoUBNzJvLmU/s200/After+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I really appreciate everyone's encouragement and help! You all are wonderful!! 30 more-- here I go!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1645923267999077789?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1645923267999077789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1645923267999077789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1645923267999077789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1645923267999077789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures-worth-1000-words.html' title='A pictures worth a 1000 words!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Ru4X2uw6hqI/AAAAAAAAACc/4kQDNSYY2JE/s72-c/BEFORE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-2339343295322079636</id><published>2007-09-14T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:38:46.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy 13! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuoP-ew6hnI/AAAAAAAAACE/K1e0iRgnghE/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuoP-ew6hnI/AAAAAAAAACE/K1e0iRgnghE/s200/13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109914293289780850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen Questions, plus one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;5.  Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;6.  Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Descibe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;8.  What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;10.  What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;11.  If  you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;12.  How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;13.  When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;14.  Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-2339343295322079636?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/2339343295322079636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=2339343295322079636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2339343295322079636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/2339343295322079636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/lazy-13.html' title='A lazy 13! :)'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuoP-ew6hnI/AAAAAAAAACE/K1e0iRgnghE/s72-c/13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4988254525665417666</id><published>2007-09-09T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:29:47.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme get my boots!!</title><content type='html'>A quote from my fabulous friend E referring to our conversation tonight. In talking with her and through the events of the weekend I have come to some conclusions. And to preface this blog, my mind is everywhere; therefore, my post tonight will be as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that is present on my mind is how wonderful my friends are. I was born an only child, but God has granted me with the people in my life that are closer than friends, they've become my sisters! Elizabeth and Christina are my saving grace, my good time out, my family, my girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Sutton preaches that if you have 5 people that you can call in the middle of the night and they would be there for you, you are blessed. And these are people that aren't your family! On the top of that list is of course, E and C, but then God has blessed me with Lambda Theta Chi. I am very lucky to have these girls to call my sisters. "From the outside looking in you can't understand it; from the inside looking out, you can never explain it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing on my mind is something that I have known for a while, but have decided tonight to finally take to heart-- If I have to explain to a guy why I won't sleep with him, he's not the right guy for me!! Too often in my relationships I find myself saying I'm not ready, I don't want to, I want to be in love. The truth is, I don't have to explain myself at all, and if I was with the right guy; he wouldn't be asking in the first place. Why can't my head keep up with my heart. Or maybe its the other way around. My heart needs to catch up to my head. I know in my heart what I wnat in a guy. I want a guy that loves God more than he loves me, because in turn he will have the love and respect for me that God wants me to have. For some reason, however, I can't seem to remember those things when I'm letting my emotions take over myself and when I become to consumed with having a boyfriend. I need to stop seeking the attention from guys and start putting the attention on God. Then perhaps I wouldn't have to worry about explaining myself, being talked to disrespectfully and being put in situations that I don't want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a church and put myself back into God's presence. I am not sure where I want to go, I don't know if Riverbluff is right for me. But I know that not trying to seek God is not the path I need to be on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, these are my thoughts on this weekend and the conclusions the weekend has brought me too. Please pray for my journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4988254525665417666?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4988254525665417666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4988254525665417666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4988254525665417666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4988254525665417666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/lemme-get-my-boots.html' title='Lemme get my boots!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6154851234919807521</id><published>2007-09-06T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:42:52.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday</title><content type='html'>And I was gonna post a Thursday Thirteen, but I can't think of 13 consecutive things going on, so I'm posting about 13 randoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuB0N22RctI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P0YGwls6iS8/s1600-h/thursday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuB0N22RctI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P0YGwls6iS8/s320/thursday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107209758848414418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I will never work for Charleston County School District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My Science/Social Studies prof is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I lost 30 pounds and feel pretty good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love my friends! They are so great! Put them together and it makes my life happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I haven't talked to him in a while, but I'm slowly feeling the title of "daddy's girl" again. I really love my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I can't tell the difference between "dating" and "girlfriend" but when I do, I'll let you know. Either way I'm winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm starting to feel a little more like an adult with the decions I make in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm ready for summer again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm excited to see my friend Stephie soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I can see the things I've been taught in my classes and through friends coming out in my practicums. It makes me feel like I'm a real teacher, and that I won't be half bad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I love my car! I'm very excited over it still. I just need a new name plate for the front!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I miss my puppy! I can't wait to have her stay here with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I am really spacey sometimes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6154851234919807521?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6154851234919807521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6154851234919807521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6154851234919807521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6154851234919807521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RuB0N22RctI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P0YGwls6iS8/s72-c/thursday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6683610642574813138</id><published>2007-09-05T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:43:41.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3-0!!</title><content type='html'>No, I didn't turn 30, not for quite a few years! I weighed in last night and I lost 3.2 pounds last week. That brought my grand total to... tada: 30 pounds!! I don't feel like I have lost that much, but the scale says I did. I still got a lot to go and but 30 pounds in three much is pretty great! Makes me feel pretty proud! :) Also makes me sounds like a tv commercial. Haha!! Thanks for everyones support!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6683610642574813138?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6683610642574813138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6683610642574813138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6683610642574813138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6683610642574813138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-3-0.html' title='The Big 3-0!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8853114261827326914</id><published>2007-08-30T14:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:45:33.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could/Should</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RtcOu22RcsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/we8UHwyMT2A/s1600-h/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RtcOu22RcsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/we8UHwyMT2A/s320/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104564900807668418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this birhtday Thursday I thought I'd write about 13 things I could and should be doing today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finishing my 3 admit slips due next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Finishing my homework from Science and Social Studies due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cleaning the kitchen and finishing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The piles of laundry piled up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Working on my practicum for Social Studies and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Cleaning up my office and put things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Go get my computer from my dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Wash my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Call Dell and start the battle over getting working parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Iron the few clean clothes that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Start cooking something for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Clean my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) A combination of any of these many things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what am I doing instead? I'm on the computer and headed back to my couch to be lazy! I'll keep ya posted if I get anything accomplished!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8853114261827326914?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8853114261827326914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8853114261827326914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8853114261827326914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8853114261827326914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/couldshould.html' title='Could/Should'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RtcOu22RcsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/we8UHwyMT2A/s72-c/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8149680708783606615</id><published>2007-08-29T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:23:25.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday HG!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to our Sweet Hannah Grace Magner! Turning 2!! This little girl has stolen my heart and pretty much my whole families and everyone she meets! Here's a slide show of our girl!! I love you Hannah Banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376162736540&amp;amp;site=widget-9c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376162736540&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p1/288230376162736540/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376162736540&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p2/288230376162736540/bb_t021_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7440197114013228533-8149680708783606615?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8149680708783606615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8149680708783606615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8149680708783606615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8149680708783606615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-hg.html' title='Happy Birthday HG!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7868321336236117176</id><published>2007-08-26T02:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:48:22.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT night!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we celebrated one of my bestest's 24th birthday!! We went to Moe's (Moe's in my nose!) and then headed down to Club Trio on Calhoun. Not a place we have been before, but thanks to Mike and Tarsha, we got to experience somewhere new! It was a great time and we had LOTS of fun!! No pictures yet because of some computer "problems" but thanks to FABULOUS Christina... I've got a working computer for a while! *I have the bestest friends* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday E! I love ya bunches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-7868321336236117176?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7868321336236117176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7868321336236117176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7868321336236117176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7868321336236117176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-night.html' title='A GREAT night!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5381959485079258194</id><published>2007-08-23T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:09:22.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rs5H-seCHHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zl00eTrWa0k/s1600-h/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rs5H-seCHHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zl00eTrWa0k/s320/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102094570271939698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I'd do a Thursday Thirteen as well! This week I am going write about thirteen people in my life that are special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My mom-- she and I argue often, but at the end of the day I know she'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My daddy-- he and I have been through alot the past eight months. But through it all it has only brought us closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Elizabeth-- I love having her as a friend and mentor. I can go to her for anything and she's there to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Christina-- I haven't seen her as much as I'd like to have lately, for reasons that are out of all of our control, but I know she is always there to listen at the end of the day if I need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Heather-- she is such a sweet person and I love spending time with her and her precious babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Stephie-- I definately haven't seen her as much as I'd like, for the reason of several states+the navy, but she again is always ready and willing to listen or make you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Annie-- her move was tough on her, but it was a gift from God for me. I have grown so close to her and just love times when I get to talk to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jamie-- she has grown up so much, but is still the little girl that came RUNNING to me when I walked in the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Thetas-- I'm grouping them as on because it's the Thursday THIRTEEN not THIRTY! But they are wonderful people who I am glad to call my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Emily-- my birthday twin!! She's like a little sister that I never had and she can always make you laugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Kally-- it's my post so I can put whoever I'd like, but I love the unconditional love my dog gives me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Aunts, Uncles and Cousins-- each one holds a place special and dear to my heart. Even if I don't see them as often, they are always there when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Shavonica-- another dear friend separated by the navy, but I love when she calls or I call her and we can pick up our conversation right where we left off! I miss my Shamokina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer* If your name is not on this list, you were not forgotten! I love everyone in my life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5381959485079258194?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5381959485079258194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5381959485079258194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5381959485079258194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5381959485079258194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-thirteen.html' title='Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rs5H-seCHHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zl00eTrWa0k/s72-c/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252B13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4930124574038196179</id><published>2007-08-22T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:52:34.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people should not own pets!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RsyFyceCHGI/AAAAAAAAABk/DkfqoGzeyjA/s1600-h/1052484760_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RsyFyceCHGI/AAAAAAAAABk/DkfqoGzeyjA/s320/1052484760_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101599579586042978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home today I see this CUTE little pup walkin down the road. I pull into my driveway and see it sniffing out everyone's yard. Something in my stomach said, he was lost. So I took my groceries in the house-- actually I threw them in so I wouldn't loose the dog! I got back in my car and went and picked him up to see his collar. NO PHONE NUMBER OR ADDRESS!!! So, I put him in and drove around to see if anyone was at the builder's or the office. NOPE! As I came back to my house to call my mom, cuz I didn't know WHAT to do, I see our neighbor across the street. She said the dog belonged to someone at the end of the street. I walk the dog back to the house where the owner opened the door and was shocked I had his dog in my hands. I said I found his dog around and didn't want her to get hurt. His response was "oh, thanks!" I'm sorry, but if my dog was out on the street-- I WOULD KNOW IT!!! I treat my pets like my babies!! And my friends pets as well!! People should have to get a license to be able to own a pet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4930124574038196179?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4930124574038196179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4930124574038196179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4930124574038196179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4930124574038196179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-people-should-not-own-pets.html' title='Some people should not own pets!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/RsyFyceCHGI/AAAAAAAAABk/DkfqoGzeyjA/s72-c/1052484760_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6782120659410995745</id><published>2007-08-21T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:53:55.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of the rest of my life...</title><content type='html'>Or something like that. Today I started my SENIOR YEAR of COLLEGE!! (Or Senior year and a half-but that's neither here nor there!) I'm pretty excited! It only took me ahem, five years, to get to the beginning of my senior year!!! But that's ok, I'm right where I'm supposed to be at this point in my life!! So, anywho-- YAY!! :) I'm a SENIOR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6782120659410995745?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6782120659410995745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6782120659410995745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6782120659410995745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6782120659410995745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='First Day of the rest of my life...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-7627861030769925483</id><published>2007-08-16T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T17:33:26.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>So, as you all know I've been watching two little boys this summer. The past few weeks, I've been thinking about how I'm kinda ready to get back to school and the summer to be over. Well, today it officially was. I took the boys to the water park today and we had SOOO much fun. I had to tell Reagan something three times in the car and Alex said "ya know what, let's have a good last day". I thought I was gonna cry! So, we went to Splash Island and had a GREAT day. The boys had SOOO much fun!! I did too! After some Dippin' Dots for the boys and a mini-cryfest over having to leave, we packed up and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, four o'clock came before I know it and I told the boys bye. I did not think I would get so upset, and I'll be watching them in two weeks babysitting, but sure enough, 5 minutes in the car and my eyes were watering!! It's crazy how quick you can fall in love with these children. (I'm starting to worry about the end of each school year when I start teaching!!) But in honor of a "water park day" and since I am Annie's cousin, I thought I should put up a slide-show of some pics of our day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376162525278&amp;amp;site=widget-5e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376162525278&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5e.slide.com/p1/288230376162525278/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376162525278&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5e.slide.com/p2/288230376162525278/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7440197114013228533-7627861030769925483?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/7627861030769925483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=7627861030769925483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7627861030769925483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/7627861030769925483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-5183925026030492635</id><published>2007-08-12T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:23:04.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Girl Purchase</title><content type='html'>SOOO, I made my first big girl purchase yesterday. Well, it's not paid in full, but you get the idea. I GOT A NEW CAR!! And if you knew me and knew what I was driving-- this is great news! It's an 04 Honda Civic, blue, 4 doors and I LOVE IT!!! I'm really excited. Not that I didn't appreciate having the Subaru to drive, but when you're in the middle of a heat wave and your car has no A/C-- it gets pretty rough! So, I'm super excited! I have good, reliable transportation and it's pretty too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pictures-- they're from the camera phone, so they're not the GREATEST quality, but they'll do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gP_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fzxGLpg3e6Q/s1600-h/car+front.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097915221723332594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gP_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fzxGLpg3e6Q/s320/car+front.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gQAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TtGhZyNLpQ/s1600-h/car+side.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gQAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TtGhZyNLpQ/s1600-h/car+side.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097915221723332610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gQAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0TtGhZyNLpQ/s320/car+side.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the lights!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gQBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hRKnVqwbxBQ/s1600-h/car+lights.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097915221723332626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gQBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hRKnVqwbxBQ/s320/car+lights.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-5183925026030492635?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/5183925026030492635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=5183925026030492635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5183925026030492635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/5183925026030492635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-big-girl-purchase.html' title='My Big Girl Purchase'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rr9u4l3gP_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fzxGLpg3e6Q/s72-c/car+front.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-92284182979820620</id><published>2007-08-09T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:47:14.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;a href="http://www.magners-random-ramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;tagged&lt;/a&gt; for a meme, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. babysitter&lt;br /&gt;2. substitute&lt;br /&gt;3. asst. teacher&lt;br /&gt;4. cashier at the Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. North Charleston, SC (Dad's House)&lt;br /&gt;2. North Charleston, SC (Mom's House)&lt;br /&gt;3. CSU&lt;br /&gt;4. North Charleston, SC (With Mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;3. Reba&lt;br /&gt;4. Law and Order: SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Salads&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart Ones&lt;br /&gt;3. WW Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;4. Quesidilla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shoppin with unlimited funds&lt;br /&gt;2. On vacation with my friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting a Pedi&lt;br /&gt;4. Resting in a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;2. The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;3. The Holiday&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I Said So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;-- no one cuz I don't know anyone on this! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-92284182979820620?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/92284182979820620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=92284182979820620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/92284182979820620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/92284182979820620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got Tagged!!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-4032562222272547956</id><published>2007-08-06T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:37:08.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At a loss...</title><content type='html'>So, I don't know what to do. I am trying-- very hard-- to get things right in my life financially. But it seems to be the hardest thing I've done thus far. I need a car. I cannot continue to drive what I am driving, but I'm at a loss. Where do I go, what do I do, who can I talk to, who can I trust? It is a car dealerships job to make money, of course they are going to try and get everything they can from me-- but I don't know what to ask for, I don't know what fees are real and what they are just charging me for. And the worst part of it all is that I have NO ONE to help. I am completely blind going into this. I want my Honda! (Or at this point, any Honda) But, I need something! Don't get me wrong, I am very thankful that I was given this car to drive, but I need to do this-- I just wish I knew what I was doing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-4032562222272547956?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/4032562222272547956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=4032562222272547956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4032562222272547956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/4032562222272547956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-loss.html' title='At a loss...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8826191756735820405</id><published>2007-08-04T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:59:03.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Actions</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people can just push you away! Not all at once, but a daily thing! Their words, actions, and attitudes begin to slowly allow you to see their true colors! Until one day, being in their presence becomes unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side to this is that it teaches you to watch yourself. To make sure you become a person that doesn't hurt people by their actions; a person that doesn't push people away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8826191756735820405?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8826191756735820405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8826191756735820405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8826191756735820405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8826191756735820405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/08/simple-actions.html' title='Simple Actions'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-8491156004735911348</id><published>2007-07-31T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:31:09.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick days should be left for when you feel good!</title><content type='html'>I'm home sick AGAIN today! And I don't like it one bit! I want to be at work and not home! When I was younger I use to hope I'd get sick just so I wouldn't have to go to school! My how that's changed! All I wanna do is feel better! Sick days are better used when you're not sick! I guess I've watched Ferris Bueler too much in my lifetime! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-8491156004735911348?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/8491156004735911348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=8491156004735911348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8491156004735911348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/8491156004735911348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-days-should-be-left-for-when-you.html' title='Sick days should be left for when you feel good!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-1760861890623959348</id><published>2007-07-29T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:48:31.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this show!</title><content type='html'>If you know me-- you already know what show I'm talking about! I love me some Dawson's Creek! It is one of the greatest shows ever created. I was feeling nostalgic tonight and decided to put on me series finale and think of old times! (Not like I don't watch it enough during the week while the boys are playing!) But something about a television show- this one in particular- just becomes a part of me. For that hour of your life you can escape the hassles of the world and just enjoy living the life of the characters on the show. They become part of you-- it becomes serious stuff when you're watching... to the point of not allowing people to talk! :) Then the words spoke by your favorite characters, become quotes of wisdom! Maybe I'm just a little too dramatic and get too involved with the shows I watch-- but I know other people who feel as I do! So it's ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memorable words that I'm surprised I missed before:&lt;br /&gt;"As much as you want to you can't rely on someone to make you feel alive-- that's an inside job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about getting it right... it's about knowing when it's wrong and doing something about it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's interesting how people use that expression: "Life and Death", as to say life is the opposite of death. Birth is the opposite of death-- life has no opposite."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-1760861890623959348?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/1760861890623959348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=1760861890623959348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1760861890623959348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/1760861890623959348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-this-show.html' title='I love this show!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-596831843536037014</id><published>2007-07-29T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:03:14.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's something about a new pair of shoes that just makes me happy!! (Especially when I find them on SALE!) I think this song just fits me perfect! I can stand for hours in a shoe store trying on shoes!! They're a present to myself when I do good, when I'm feeling bad, or when they're just too cute to pass up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"New Shoes"-PAOLO NUTINI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up cold one Tuesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I quickly opened the wardrobe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topped it off with a pair of old shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That were ripped around the seams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought these shoes just don't suit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I put some new shoes on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly everything is right,I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so inviting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, short on money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But long on time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm running late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't need an excuse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late one Thursday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm seeing stars as I'm rubbing my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I felt like there were two days missing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I focused on the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I made my way to the kitchen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had to stop from the shock of what I found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A room full of all off my friends dancing round and round,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought hello new shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye them blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me wandering through these streets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where bright lights and angels meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stone to stone they take me on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm walking to the break of dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x2][CHORUS (x2)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me wandering through these streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**And here's a pic of my newest shoes that inspired this little blog!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rq0Ab13gP-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tm7OJdwCi1M/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092727231942246370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rq0Ab13gP-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tm7OJdwCi1M/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7440197114013228533-596831843536037014?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/596831843536037014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=596831843536037014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/596831843536037014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/596831843536037014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/Rq0Ab13gP-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tm7OJdwCi1M/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-6517167435584930360</id><published>2007-03-06T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:09:23.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite quotes:</title><content type='html'>"...I believe, I believe, I... I believe in the good. I believe that it's been a hell of a year and I believe that, in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, that we will be okay. I believe a lot of things. I believe that... I believe that "she" is always with me... and I believe that if I eat a tub of butter and no one sees, that the calories don't count.... I believe we survive,.... I believe that believing we survive... is what makes us survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Charleston Born and Charleston Bred, and when I die I'll be Charleston dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We PRAY, DREAM, and KISS all with our eyes closed because the best things in life are unseen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name." John 15:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny how people try and live a life without pain...pain is there for a reason." Grey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can thank me later for rockin' your world!" Dawson's Creek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn the Man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is short-- and it sucks alot of the time..." ~Izzy of Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.L.U.T.S.!!!Southern Ladies Under Tremendous Stress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a princess by day and a redneck by night!"~ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so just live. make mistakes and have wonderful times, but never second guess who you are, where you've been, and most importantly, where it is that you're going."--sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you give God your best, He'll send you his best." -Jentezen Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Southern women are not perfect. No, seriously, we're not." -What Southern Women Know (That Every Woman Should)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it..." -Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I'd rather walk on my lips than criticize anybody, but..." -Steel Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If God intended for me to bend down, he would put diamonds on the floor"-Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Southern girls are God's gift to the entire male population. There is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the Mason-Dixon line. Once you go Southern, may the good Lord help you, you never go back" ~ Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imperfection is beauty. Madness is genius. &amp; it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutley stupid" - Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We like ourselves...we have a lot of fun!"-Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying, is the one who made you cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too often are we so preoccupied with the destination, we forget the journey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. But we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that... because I want you. All of you... Forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty years from now, you'll be more disappointed by the things you didn't do, than the things you did do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life isn't about finding yourself, It's about creating yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST to name a FEW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-6517167435584930360?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/6517167435584930360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=6517167435584930360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6517167435584930360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/6517167435584930360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-of-my-favorite-quotes.html' title='Some of my favorite quotes:'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440197114013228533.post-254969444757597127</id><published>2007-03-03T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:03:38.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I joined in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After reading my cousin &lt;a href="http://www.magners-random-ramblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie&lt;/a&gt;'s blog constantly, then seeing that &lt;a href="http://www.theinnerthoughtsofamaddog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;'s on too- I decided-- why not?! So here I am! I don't know many people on this site, I'm more of a myspace user, but I figured this could be a way to get some feeling I had out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7440197114013228533-254969444757597127?l=stacylk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/feeds/254969444757597127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7440197114013228533&amp;postID=254969444757597127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/254969444757597127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7440197114013228533/posts/default/254969444757597127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacylk.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-joined-in.html' title='I joined in...'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16643050722335220281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UriCVSyYIr4/TQjh4-w3akI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QbSHZvVGssw/S220/148182_538765818182_136100181_31428509_3175616_na.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
