<?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-6597912841022280116</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:23:31.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Cardigans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8941557182439525035</id><published>2010-09-06T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:11:34.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You 7-Eleven Auction.</title><content type='html'>This Friday was the &lt;strong&gt;7-Eleven&lt;/strong&gt; office's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;auction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to benefit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MDA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I made out this year! &lt;strong&gt;Check out what I got...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* A trip to San Antonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4 nights at a hotel right on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riverwalk&lt;/span&gt;, 2 tickets to Six Flags Fiesta Texas, 2 tickets to White Water Bay, two tickets for the riverboat cruise, and two tickets to the Alamo. All for the low price of &lt;strong&gt;$230!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I did some research and this would have cost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over $700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if paid in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* 4 tickets to Frontier City for $12.&lt;/strong&gt; These cost over $30 a piece if bought at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* 4 tickets to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Redhawks&lt;/span&gt; baseball game and two parking passes for $10.&lt;/strong&gt; Not sure what these go for normally but I do know parking is $5 so right there they paid for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* A 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; Shuffle for $25.&lt;/strong&gt; My company actually purchased this for $60 from Best Buy for the auction and I got it for less than half the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unbelievable, huh?&lt;/strong&gt; I am&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited. Especially about the trip to San Antonio. &lt;strong&gt;Alberto and I&lt;/strong&gt; can't wait to &lt;strong&gt;book&lt;/strong&gt; it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8941557182439525035?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8941557182439525035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8941557182439525035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8941557182439525035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8941557182439525035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-7-eleven-auction.html' title='Thank You 7-Eleven Auction.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-7318470957590357907</id><published>2010-09-01T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:08:28.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 5th Grade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; to my Gabriel. This is a year where he really comes into &lt;strong&gt;himself&lt;/strong&gt; and really starts to learn his &lt;strong&gt;talents, his likes and dislikes, and making real friends&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a year where he will begin to learn how &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt; grades can be and that tests are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; joke. This is not the same 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I remember, so please be &lt;strong&gt;gentle.&lt;/strong&gt; Be &lt;strong&gt;appreciative&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;his intelligence, his willingness and eagerness to learn and form his own opinions.&lt;/strong&gt; Be&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in punishment when it comes to his &lt;strong&gt;impatience.&lt;/strong&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look is all he needs to get back on the right path. He &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and doesn't take &lt;strong&gt;boredom&lt;/strong&gt; easily. He gets this from me. Be &lt;strong&gt;open&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;praise&lt;/strong&gt; as this is what he responds best to. It gives him &lt;strong&gt;encouragement&lt;/strong&gt; and he reacts best when he knows he is doing a &lt;strong&gt;good job.&lt;/strong&gt; He wears his &lt;strong&gt;heart on his sleeve&lt;/strong&gt; so please be appreciative of his &lt;strong&gt;loving and easy nature.&lt;/strong&gt; Please keep his love of learning alive and &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; be afraid to mix some&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt; in with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please know he is my world!&lt;/strong&gt; I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in you and your teaching ability, but he is still my baby and I want what is &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; when he starts this next chapter in his&lt;strong&gt; life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-7318470957590357907?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7318470957590357907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=7318470957590357907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7318470957590357907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7318470957590357907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-5th-grade.html' title='Dear 5th Grade.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-6544965636242961491</id><published>2010-08-31T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:46:34.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Everything that was found were &lt;strong&gt;cysts.&lt;/strong&gt;  I go back in 6 months just for a checkup.  The cysts I have are &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; so they can't be drained.  If they continue to &lt;strong&gt;grow&lt;/strong&gt; I will need to have them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;removed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but for now since they &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; bother me and aren't &lt;strong&gt;overly&lt;/strong&gt; large they are okay.  The doctor says chances are they should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on their own.  Plus, I am at the age where my tissue is &lt;strong&gt;changing&lt;/strong&gt; and there may be things popping up here and there.  Here's to being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-6544965636242961491?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6544965636242961491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=6544965636242961491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6544965636242961491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6544965636242961491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/boobies.html' title='Boobies.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-7639127219699900408</id><published>2010-08-25T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:57:04.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Reader Discretion Is Advised*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Romeo has started &lt;strong&gt;humping&lt;/strong&gt; Roxy and &lt;strong&gt;licking&lt;/strong&gt; her chi-chi. I know it's just "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; nature" but it really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grosses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me out. I don't want my &lt;strong&gt;pups&lt;/strong&gt; to be nasty to each other. And, what bothers me even more is that Roxy lays there and puts her leg up for him to lick her and gets this look on her face like she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. Again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am hoping that if I put a &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; to the humping and licking now, &lt;strong&gt;Romeo&lt;/strong&gt; won't continue doing it after he is fixed. He's not old enough yet according to the vet. About &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; more months until he is ready. Alberto just &lt;strong&gt;laughs&lt;/strong&gt; at me when I tell him. He says they are &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;wife.&lt;/strong&gt; I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;way. They are &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sister.&lt;/strong&gt; No &lt;strong&gt;inbreeding&lt;/strong&gt; allowed here. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-7639127219699900408?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7639127219699900408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=7639127219699900408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7639127219699900408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7639127219699900408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirty-dogs.html' title='Dirty Dogs.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-1082261000130178918</id><published>2010-08-23T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:44:15.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edition 1: I Love You Because.</title><content type='html'>This is just a little something I want to do for Alberto and myself to look back on. The plan is to do this at least once a month. I want to remember all the little things and big things he does for me that I am so blessed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You support me in whatever it is I come up with. And, you know I can come up with some crazy ideas from time to time. I am lucky you are that way, because I know all too many women whose husbands aren't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the ideas you actually think are great enough you want to join me (ex: Paranormal Investigating).&lt;br /&gt;You know shopping makes me happy and never once have you said I shouldn't spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;You clean the house and do the laundry... happily and willingly.&lt;br /&gt;You send me random little emails telling me how wonderful and beautiful I am.&lt;br /&gt;You give me massages and tickle my feet not only when I've had a bad day, but also just because you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-1082261000130178918?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1082261000130178918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=1082261000130178918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1082261000130178918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1082261000130178918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/edition-1-i-love-you-because.html' title='Edition 1: I Love You Because.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-1765646517393978497</id><published>2010-08-23T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:46:24.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now I Wait.</title><content type='html'>Good news is they think my lump I found is just a cyst.  Not so great news is while doing the ultrasound they found a mass of something they aren't sure of.  It's about an inch from the lump.  I'm waiting on a call to schedule a mammogram.  They say the mammogram will give them a better look at what they found and also a better look at the cyst to see if it needs to be drained.  Although I am not looking forward to the mammogram, I am looking forward to them figuring out what is going on and moving forward.  So, now I wait and waiting is the hardest part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-1765646517393978497?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1765646517393978497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=1765646517393978497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1765646517393978497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1765646517393978497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-now-i-wait.html' title='And Now I Wait.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-4675479201573344630</id><published>2010-08-18T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:49:54.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Attitude.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; in the power of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;positive thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I always try to keep things light and &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; stress too much, but honestly, this is a little &lt;strong&gt;scary.&lt;/strong&gt;  About a month ago I found a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my left breast.  It is about the size of a &lt;strong&gt;marble&lt;/strong&gt; and is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hard.  It's close to the surface of my skin so it's &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;easy to find.  It's hard to tell if I have &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; there because all my &lt;strong&gt;MS&lt;/strong&gt; pain is on the &lt;strong&gt;left &lt;/strong&gt;side of my body, so I can't tell if it's my MS, the lump, or just in my &lt;strong&gt;head&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm feeling pain.  It's quite confusing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I've already gone to my regular &lt;strong&gt;doctor&lt;/strong&gt; and have an appointment with the &lt;strong&gt;breast care center&lt;/strong&gt; at the hospital on Monday.  Due to my age, they have to start with an &lt;strong&gt;ultrasound&lt;/strong&gt; instead of going straight to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mammo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  The doctor is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we will get a good look with the ultrasound because of the size and location of the lump.  I'm sure it will turn out to not be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deal, but I'm still &lt;strong&gt;nervous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-4675479201573344630?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4675479201573344630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=4675479201573344630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4675479201573344630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4675479201573344630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-attitude.html' title='Positive Attitude.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-7029689087021540931</id><published>2010-08-15T15:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:35:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Investigation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TGhZwfSt5lI/AAAAAAAAAag/YPUisOLUX7U/s1600/Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505749234029028946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TGhZwfSt5lI/AAAAAAAAAag/YPUisOLUX7U/s320/Logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we had our first team meeting and informal investigation last night. It was SO much fun! I really enjoyed getting to know everyone better and learn about many of the tools. We got our job assignments in the group, though we are a team and everyone helps out everywhere, but I was overly excited to know I was picked to be the Public Relations contact. I love going out and talking and meeting new people and doing marketing, etc. Right up my alley definitely. Alberto, being bilingual, is our Translator. It actually came in handy last night, too. One of the employees at the restaurant had a lot to say about what he has seen and heard and he spoke Spanish. Alberto was able to fill us in. Unfortunately we weren't able to investigate at the restaurant as much as we would have liked, but we did check out the bombing memorial in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That was interesting to say the least. It's a hard place to investigate, even at 1 in the morning, due to all the people, cars, wind, etc. Just your normal city life noises. We did get some pretty cool responses from the ghost box though. We have a lot of audio to go back and listen to, so I'm hoping we caught some amazing stuff. I am looking forward to going back to the restaurant at a later date. It is one cool place, plus the food is great. I've heard some pretty awesome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EVP's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that were caught there. It was funny how so many of the employees couldn't wait to tell us about their experiences. Hopefully we can go back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-7029689087021540931?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7029689087021540931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=7029689087021540931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7029689087021540931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7029689087021540931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-investigation.html' title='First Investigation.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TGhZwfSt5lI/AAAAAAAAAag/YPUisOLUX7U/s72-c/Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-4374036964735278048</id><published>2010-08-14T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:33:10.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heatwave.</title><content type='html'>This &lt;strong&gt;heat&lt;/strong&gt; is going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me.  I've had Multiple Sclerosis for almost 2 years now but this is the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time the heat has really gotten to me.  Maybe it's because I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  No really, though.  I've been experiencing &lt;strong&gt;blurred vision&lt;/strong&gt; and these weird &lt;strong&gt;headaches.&lt;/strong&gt;  Not so much a headache, but a feeling that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;swollen&lt;/strong&gt; and super &lt;strong&gt;fuzzy.&lt;/strong&gt;  A little faint annoying pain, not a pounding pain.  And, sometimes my lower body feels super &lt;strong&gt;heavy.&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm not gonna lie, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUCKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It's almost &lt;strong&gt;debilitating.&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm trying to stay &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; and out of the heat.  But, it's been hard with my job lately because I've been having to make lots of deliveries and in the heat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day.  Hopefully it will let up soon.  Here's to hoping I don't go into a full &lt;strong&gt;relapse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-4374036964735278048?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4374036964735278048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=4374036964735278048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4374036964735278048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4374036964735278048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/heatwave.html' title='Heatwave.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-7187770706474350381</id><published>2010-07-11T07:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:39:45.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Romeo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let this &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; face fool you. He is &lt;strong&gt;naughty!&lt;/strong&gt; A few weeks ago we got a new puppy, &lt;strong&gt;Romeo.&lt;/strong&gt; He is a Maltese and one of the cutest things you will &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; see. He is into everything. Roxy wasn't this bad when she was a &lt;strong&gt;puppy.&lt;/strong&gt; So, as you can imagine, it's a full time job just &lt;strong&gt;keeping&lt;/strong&gt; up with him. He is only 10 weeks old and is in the &lt;strong&gt;chewing,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;eating &lt;/strong&gt;everything, &lt;strong&gt;peeing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;pooping &lt;/strong&gt;all the time, stage. I wouldn't &lt;strong&gt;trade&lt;/strong&gt; him for anything though. I love the little booger. It's so funny to see him forming a little &lt;strong&gt;personality.&lt;/strong&gt; He has a tendency to get super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out of nowhere. It's quite &lt;strong&gt;comical.&lt;/strong&gt; And, normally when that happens he will put his ears back, give a little &lt;strong&gt;growl,&lt;/strong&gt; and then go lay down and go to sleep. It just happened a second ago. He is now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out. He likes to sleep in between things. Instead of sleeping &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; his bed he sleeps &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;his bed between it and the wall. Right now he only weighs &lt;strong&gt;1.3&lt;/strong&gt; pounds. We think he will get between four or five which is perfect because Roxy is only 3 pounds. He was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;runt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the litter. When we went to see him we were planning on getting a &lt;strong&gt;girl.&lt;/strong&gt; It was him and his two sisters. He was &lt;strong&gt;half&lt;/strong&gt; the size of them. &lt;strong&gt;Alberto&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't resist picking him. He looks like a little &lt;strong&gt;snowball &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;polar bear.&lt;/strong&gt; And, he's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; His belly is so big. He loves to &lt;strong&gt;eat.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes he'll be in the kitchen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;laying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at his bowl just eating away. I like to call him little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fatfat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Roxy has taken to him better than I expected. They are so cute when they &lt;strong&gt;play&lt;/strong&gt; together. Of course, since Romeo can't jump on the furniture yet, &lt;strong&gt;Roxy&lt;/strong&gt; uses it as her opportunity to escape when she has had enough. She is such a good &lt;strong&gt;big sister&lt;/strong&gt; and will check on him when he is sleeping or when he whines. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sweet. He is a great addition to our &lt;strong&gt;family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492627097491497026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TDm7PnWqYEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0q_AyWJN9Cw/s320/IMG_5508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-7187770706474350381?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7187770706474350381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=7187770706474350381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7187770706474350381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7187770706474350381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/introducing-romeo.html' title='Introducing Romeo.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TDm7PnWqYEI/AAAAAAAAAaY/0q_AyWJN9Cw/s72-c/IMG_5508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-5694359904722291901</id><published>2010-07-11T07:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:17:11.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Talent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gabriel &lt;/strong&gt;has started &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lessons! They are going&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; good. He has had only &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; so far. He goes once a week. I signed him up for only four to &lt;strong&gt;start &lt;/strong&gt;with. I wanted to make sure he really &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed&lt;/strong&gt; it before paying &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; much money and then him &lt;strong&gt;maybe &lt;/strong&gt;hating it. He seems to be be picking it up really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;according to his teacher. This week he can start on actual &lt;strong&gt;songs &lt;/strong&gt;which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I bought him this awesome &lt;strong&gt;keyboard &lt;/strong&gt;to practice on at home. It ended up having way more &lt;strong&gt;stuff&lt;/strong&gt; with it than what I thought. It came with a &lt;strong&gt;stand &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;microphone&lt;/strong&gt; too. And, we can get this certain cord and &lt;strong&gt;hook&lt;/strong&gt; it up to his computer and he can &lt;strong&gt;record&lt;/strong&gt; songs onto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;compose&lt;/strong&gt; his own music, etc. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cool!! I had no idea all the stuff you could do with a piano/keyboard. Gabriel is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492620674676298722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TDm1ZwgME-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/nkKLQTsTtg4/s320/IMG_5505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-5694359904722291901?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5694359904722291901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=5694359904722291901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5694359904722291901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5694359904722291901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-talent.html' title='New Talent.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TDm1ZwgME-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/nkKLQTsTtg4/s72-c/IMG_5505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8841538234056727128</id><published>2010-07-11T06:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:58:25.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Search.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;stopping&lt;/strong&gt; my search. I've had some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of emotions the last month. Long story short, I've come across &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; men who I thought were my father. One I never spoke to directly. I just spoke to an &lt;strong&gt;ex&lt;/strong&gt;-wife and&lt;strong&gt; ex&lt;/strong&gt;-stepson. It was going in the &lt;strong&gt;right &lt;/strong&gt;direction until I found out this particular man had &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; been in prison where my father had been. The second man, the &lt;strong&gt;lady &lt;/strong&gt;who was helping me in my search found him and emailed him. He confirmed he had a daughter named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I started emailing him but was getting extremely &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt; responses with not much information. It started off like our letters &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to be when I would write him in &lt;strong&gt;prison.&lt;/strong&gt; I thought maybe I just need to give it some &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; and he will come around. Well, I ended up &lt;strong&gt;asking &lt;/strong&gt;him a couple of times to tell me something to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was him. Like a &lt;strong&gt;birthday &lt;/strong&gt;or something. I picked birthday because I was &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt; of that. I have proof in birth &lt;strong&gt;records&lt;/strong&gt; and information from the &lt;strong&gt;police&lt;/strong&gt; on his whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birth date&lt;/span&gt;. This man came back with a totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one. I have a feeling this guy could have been &lt;strong&gt;scamming&lt;/strong&gt; me. Not that he asked for &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; or anything at all, but maybe it was leading up to that. He did, however, &lt;strong&gt;offer&lt;/strong&gt; me money by saying he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt; stable&lt;/strong&gt; to help me now. I, of course said &lt;strong&gt;thanks but no thanks.&lt;/strong&gt; I ended the emails by letting him know he is not the person I am looking for and will just leave it at that. It's very &lt;strong&gt;strange&lt;/strong&gt; there are two men out there with almost the&lt;strong&gt; same&lt;/strong&gt; information as my father. &lt;strong&gt;Same full name, around the same age, lived in TX, and have past criminal records.&lt;/strong&gt; But, the look totally different if the pictures are indeed really them. So, I am going to just get on with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and put this behind me. If it was meant to be then maybe &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; will come&lt;strong&gt; looking&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8841538234056727128?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8841538234056727128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8841538234056727128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8841538234056727128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8841538234056727128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-search.html' title='Family Search.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-2102455251979178104</id><published>2010-06-17T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:35:07.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has happened since I wrote my post about finding other family.  I came across a really &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; lady who is helping me in my &lt;strong&gt;search.&lt;/strong&gt; She has been looking for &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; family for over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She has a lot of resources and has helped me &lt;strong&gt;tremendously.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;her enough. I feel I am &lt;strong&gt;so close&lt;/strong&gt; yet &lt;strong&gt;so far away.&lt;/strong&gt; I got my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up yesterday, but don't want to go into much detail until I know more. I think I've let this &lt;strong&gt;consume&lt;/strong&gt; me for more time than what I had &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt; myself so I am going to take a &lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt; days off and catch up on some other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-2102455251979178104?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2102455251979178104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=2102455251979178104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2102455251979178104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2102455251979178104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-1855490865814988498</id><published>2010-06-16T11:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:32:26.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I've had really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bad dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for as long as I can remember. Very &lt;strong&gt;rarely&lt;/strong&gt; do I dream about "regular" stuff. I have &lt;strong&gt;nightmares &lt;/strong&gt;probably &lt;strong&gt;99%&lt;/strong&gt; of the time. My memories of &lt;strong&gt;strange&lt;/strong&gt; dreams and &lt;strong&gt;seeing&lt;/strong&gt; strange things goes back to when I was small enough to be in my crib. I would see these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shadow figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the wall in the middle of the night. They always looked strangely &lt;strong&gt;familiar.&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't be scared, but I would feel &lt;strong&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/strong&gt; and just stare at them. As I got older I would hear and see these &lt;strong&gt;"little"&lt;/strong&gt; people. They would only come to me when I was at my grandparents house. They looked just like humans but &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; tiny. Maybe about a two inches tall. They would tell me to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;things like burn the house down or runaway or tell me I needed to &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; myself. Of course I never did any of that. Thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I knew better. Around this same time I was always having dreams where I would be &lt;strong&gt;floating&lt;/strong&gt; up around my bed &lt;strong&gt;spinning&lt;/strong&gt; really really fast. And then I would fall and wake up and my bed would be &lt;strong&gt;shaking.&lt;/strong&gt; I would see shadow people on the walls and hear &lt;strong&gt;whispering.&lt;/strong&gt; Still they were strangely familiar and not too frightening. It all seemed to come to a stop when I was around 13. I never gave it much thought although it would cross my mind from time to time. In 1999 I went into the &lt;strong&gt;Air Force.&lt;/strong&gt; In &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boot camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I woke up one night and went up to a drill instructor and starting asking her where everyone was. I was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sleepwalking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This was my first known experience with that. The funny thing is that I &lt;strong&gt;remember &lt;/strong&gt;waking up and seeing everyone gone, or so I thought, and running around until I saw her. I was &lt;strong&gt;freaking out&lt;/strong&gt; because I really thought everyone was gone. It was like I was awake and knew I was sleepwalking but I couldn't come out of it. Like I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my dream state even though I knew I was sleepwalking. &lt;strong&gt;Make sense?&lt;/strong&gt; I was reprimanded in a way and told that I may have to change jobs if this continued. My security clearance could have been &lt;strong&gt;jeopardized.&lt;/strong&gt; For a few years it never happened again. That brings me to 2008. We moved to Oklahoma. And it all started again. It seems like I was sleepwalking almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night. One time I even lined up all my &lt;strong&gt;purses&lt;/strong&gt; in my bedroom and just stared at them. &lt;strong&gt;Crazy?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I would find myself in the hallway, in the kitchen, in the living room, everywhere. I would see the electrical plug in the bedroom was on &lt;strong&gt;fire&lt;/strong&gt; and I would try to put it out. I would see the ceiling &lt;strong&gt;falling&lt;/strong&gt; down on me and totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out. I would think someone was after me and try to &lt;strong&gt;run&lt;/strong&gt; but couldn't &lt;strong&gt;move.&lt;/strong&gt; I would &lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt; voices and &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; weird lights and &lt;strong&gt;shadows&lt;/strong&gt; moving towards me. I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; explain how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it always was. I was always in a state where I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; what I was doing but couldn't &lt;strong&gt;control&lt;/strong&gt; it or make myself come out of it. My &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt; were always about almost &lt;strong&gt;dying. &lt;/strong&gt;We moved to this &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; house in October of last year. From day one there was a &lt;strong&gt;creepy&lt;/strong&gt; feeling in this one &lt;strong&gt;corner&lt;/strong&gt; of the house between my office and front door. I always got this feeling someone was there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me. The other night I was in a&lt;strong&gt; sleepwalking&lt;/strong&gt; state and saw a shadow &lt;strong&gt;reflection &lt;/strong&gt;in my mirror. The mirror attached to my chest of drawers. I knew it was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He was &lt;strong&gt;dark black&lt;/strong&gt; and just standing there like he was &lt;strong&gt;watching &lt;/strong&gt;me. I couldn't see through him. I &lt;strong&gt;closed &lt;/strong&gt;my eyes hoping it was just my &lt;strong&gt;imagination.&lt;/strong&gt; When I opened them again he was standing &lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side of the bed. I could just see the dark black, almost like tar, outline of him. I had this overwhelming feeling of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and closed my eyes and turned my back to him. I &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; to say Alberto's name but I couldn't breathe, much less speak. I just knew this black figure was going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. I have never been so &lt;strong&gt;afraid&lt;/strong&gt; in my life. I have never experienced the feeling of &lt;strong&gt;pure&lt;/strong&gt; dread. I couldn't &lt;strong&gt;move,&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't &lt;strong&gt;scream,&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't do anything. Finally I was able to move my left thumb just enough to &lt;strong&gt;tickle&lt;/strong&gt; Alberto's arm. I was hoping it would &lt;strong&gt;wake&lt;/strong&gt; him up since he's a light sleeper, but he just turned over. I guess I eventually fell asleep. It is so &lt;strong&gt;vivid&lt;/strong&gt; in my memory though. I am still pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out. I don't normally &lt;strong&gt;talk &lt;/strong&gt;about these occurrences. I always felt &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; and felt that no one would understand what I go through on a regular basis. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to be labeled as schizophrenic. I know I'm crazy, but not like that. &lt;strong&gt;Ha, ha.&lt;/strong&gt; So, when I told &lt;strong&gt;Alberto&lt;/strong&gt; about the shadow and my feeling of dread he sent me a link from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about shadow people. When I read it I knew it was talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my experiences. I spent a few hours reading about it and the different names and sure enough I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sleep paralysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that has to be it. And &lt;strong&gt;thousands upon thousands&lt;/strong&gt; of people experience it just like me. In some of the stories I read they talk about seeing flashing/streaming &lt;strong&gt;lights&lt;/strong&gt; around the room just like I experience. Almost everything these people said is the same thing I see. There have been some really &lt;strong&gt;severe&lt;/strong&gt; cases reported and I'm&lt;strong&gt; lucky&lt;/strong&gt; not to be one of those. Finally I don't feel alone in this. I even was able to find some good &lt;strong&gt;exercises &lt;/strong&gt;I can do &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; going to sleep that have been helping. I also realized that these dreams only come when I am sleeping on my back. I haven't been sleeping as well lately because I've been &lt;strong&gt;tossing and turning&lt;/strong&gt; making sure I never am on my back. It's quite &lt;strong&gt;annoying&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;much better than feeling like I am going to be killed my some &lt;strong&gt;demonic&lt;/strong&gt; looking creature/person. I am so &lt;strong&gt;relieved &lt;/strong&gt;I know what is going on and it can somewhat be explained. &lt;strong&gt;Phew&lt;/strong&gt; *wiping forehead*. I think I'm in the &lt;strong&gt;clear&lt;/strong&gt; from being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;committed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-1855490865814988498?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1855490865814988498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=1855490865814988498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1855490865814988498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1855490865814988498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-dreams.html' title='Bad Dreams.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8792415389317635242</id><published>2010-06-14T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:10:09.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ever feel like there is something &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt; in your life? From time to time I get that feeling. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one of those days. It's &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;pouring&lt;/strong&gt; rain. My mind keeps&lt;strong&gt; drifting.&lt;/strong&gt; I have so much yet I want so much more. I keep getting this &lt;strong&gt;overwhelming&lt;/strong&gt; feeling that I may have a &lt;strong&gt;brother&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;sister&lt;/strong&gt; out there somewhere. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back story: I don't know my &lt;strong&gt;father.&lt;/strong&gt; Shortly after I was born he went to &lt;strong&gt;prison.&lt;/strong&gt; I found him at the age of &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; but didn't move forward or let him know I knew where he was. I found him again at the age of &lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt; and we wrote letters back and forth. Nothing ever came of it. We started writing again when I was &lt;strong&gt;26.&lt;/strong&gt; All he seemed to want is &lt;strong&gt;money,&lt;/strong&gt; so I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; writing. I received a phone call on my &lt;strong&gt;29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/strong&gt; from a pastor at a half way house telling me my father was out of prison and wanted to know if I wanted a &lt;strong&gt;relationship.&lt;/strong&gt; I told them I needed some time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I would get back with them. Next thing I know he is &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; and no one will give me a &lt;strong&gt;straight &lt;/strong&gt;answer as to if he is back in prison or just left the half way house. My point of this post was not to get all into this about my father so I will move on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There must be some out there. I want to find them. I &lt;strong&gt;wonder&lt;/strong&gt; if they've tried looking for &lt;strong&gt;me?&lt;/strong&gt; I've moved around so much I may be a hard person to track. I just always think of how much &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; it would be if I had &lt;strong&gt;siblings.&lt;/strong&gt; And, it would be nice to know the &lt;strong&gt;medical &lt;/strong&gt;history of the other half of me. Of course there is always the chance that they would all be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it may have been a good idea to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; find them. But, that is a &lt;strong&gt;chance &lt;/strong&gt;I am willing to take. I emailed a couple of people I found on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; that are in the general Fort Worth area with the last name. It is not too &lt;strong&gt;common,&lt;/strong&gt; especially the spelling so I'm &lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt; I get some leads. I am very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to have friends in my life who I consider &lt;strong&gt;"family"&lt;/strong&gt; and who we &lt;strong&gt;jokingly&lt;/strong&gt; say are sisters and brothers from another mister/mother. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! This is just another &lt;strong&gt;adventure&lt;/strong&gt; in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8792415389317635242?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8792415389317635242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8792415389317635242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8792415389317635242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8792415389317635242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s Missing.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-5055139366231122796</id><published>2010-06-13T17:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:03:00.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482397075473233410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TBVjF9k49gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d49hAZkup70/s200/2010-FIFA-world-Cup-logo.jpg" /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;addicted&lt;/strong&gt; to watching the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've never really watched before. &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt; has played soccer since he was &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; so it's fun to &lt;strong&gt;share&lt;/strong&gt; in this with him. Wouldn't it be &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; if it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one day I was watching? So far I've seen three of the games. &lt;strong&gt;US vs England.&lt;/strong&gt; Serbia vs &lt;strong&gt;Ghana.&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;strong&gt;Germany&lt;/strong&gt; vs Australia. I'm going to try and work my schedule around so I can &lt;strong&gt;watch &lt;/strong&gt;the other games this week. It really is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. My &lt;strong&gt;attention&lt;/strong&gt; span is pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; especially with things that are slow paced (like baseball). Soccer is so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; to watch. It doesn't hurt that the &lt;strong&gt;guys&lt;/strong&gt; aren't bad looking either! I'm still trying to determine my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;top 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teams. I would like to see everyone play before I make my &lt;strong&gt;final&lt;/strong&gt; decisions. Here's what I'm thinking so far though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;US,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ghana (they were very &lt;strong&gt;aggressive&lt;/strong&gt; and I like that), Spain, Mexico, and England. Looking forward to hopefully seeing &lt;strong&gt;Japan&lt;/strong&gt; play tomorrow. Since I've always wanted to go there I'm &lt;strong&gt;wishing&lt;/strong&gt; their team is pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-5055139366231122796?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5055139366231122796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=5055139366231122796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5055139366231122796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5055139366231122796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TBVjF9k49gI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d49hAZkup70/s72-c/2010-FIFA-world-Cup-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-1153586011536065739</id><published>2010-06-10T15:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:26:42.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Cheater.</title><content type='html'>One of the things I always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;treat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;myself to is getting my &lt;strong&gt;nails&lt;/strong&gt; done every two weeks. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;habitual&lt;/strong&gt; nail biter and without my pink and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;white's&lt;/span&gt; my fingers are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jacked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;up. It's hard to find a good salon. When I moved to OK I was &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; to find a lady who owned her own salon and was &lt;strong&gt;fantastic.&lt;/strong&gt; She has always got me in when I needed and has always been &lt;strong&gt;flexible.&lt;/strong&gt; I really like her and have nothing at all bad to say. Here's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There are some ladies that I work with and I've been noticing their nails. Their &lt;strong&gt;pretty,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;glittery&lt;/strong&gt; tipped nails. In all colors. &lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; nail lady doesn't have this option. She only does strictly &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt; tips. Yes she can add a bit of color, but only with polish. The nail salon these girls use has the actual colored powder with glitter mixed in. So, what did I do? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I cheated on my wonderful, sweet nail lady that I've been using for about two years. While I was sitting at the new place I kept hoping they would turn out &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; so I would have &lt;strong&gt;learned&lt;/strong&gt; my lesson. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My nails are &lt;strong&gt;perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; They are &lt;strong&gt;beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt; I started out slow only going with the standard white but with glitter mixed in. It's just enough to add some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The name on the tub said &lt;strong&gt;"Show Me Your Beads."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My nails now match my&lt;strong&gt; style&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;attitude.&lt;/strong&gt; They were great before, but nothing &lt;strong&gt;overly&lt;/strong&gt; special. I'm thinking of going to my original lady and asking her if she can bring something like this in. If she can, I will stay with her, but if she can't it will be &lt;strong&gt;unfortunate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-1153586011536065739?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1153586011536065739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=1153586011536065739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1153586011536065739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/1153586011536065739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-cheater.html' title='I&apos;m A Cheater.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-5025074696553992205</id><published>2010-06-10T15:40:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:43:10.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendsetter.</title><content type='html'>For about a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now I've had this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; necklace. It is by far my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; piece of &lt;strong&gt;jewelry&lt;/strong&gt; other than my &lt;strong&gt;wedding&lt;/strong&gt; ring. I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; owls for quite a while. I have owl &lt;strong&gt;pajamas,&lt;/strong&gt; owl &lt;strong&gt;jewelry,&lt;/strong&gt; owl &lt;strong&gt;shirts,&lt;/strong&gt; and even a couple of owls around the &lt;strong&gt;house.&lt;/strong&gt; You used to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be able to find owl stuff unless you looked&lt;strong&gt; online.&lt;/strong&gt; Now there are owls are &lt;strong&gt;"in style"&lt;/strong&gt; and you can find them almost everywhere. While out working today I had four &lt;strong&gt;girls,&lt;/strong&gt; count them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;four,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me how they loved my &lt;strong&gt;necklace&lt;/strong&gt; and ask me where I got it. One even mentioned being out last night and seeing &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of owl jewelry. I have never gotten &lt;strong&gt;compliments&lt;/strong&gt; on it before. Okay, maybe one or two, but &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; not four in &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; day. I guess it's &lt;strong&gt;official...&lt;/strong&gt; I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trendsetter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's all because of me that owl wear is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing these days. I always new I was &lt;strong&gt;cool,&lt;/strong&gt; but to be this cool is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cool. Is there such a thing?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first one is the one I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; and the second is the one I &lt;strong&gt;want.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone up for &lt;strong&gt;buying&lt;/strong&gt; me a &lt;strong&gt;present :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481323707757825538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TBGS3vPVDgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BiinhMNW4pU/s320/il_430xN_150586290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481323091185370722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TBGST2VABmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jvXjw4gGvBM/s320/owl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-5025074696553992205?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5025074696553992205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=5025074696553992205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5025074696553992205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5025074696553992205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/trendsetter.html' title='Trendsetter.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TBGS3vPVDgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BiinhMNW4pU/s72-c/il_430xN_150586290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-6739087966541397747</id><published>2010-06-08T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:54:23.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo.</title><content type='html'>I really want a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Not a big one and &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; not a tramp stamp.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  I want a &lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt; one on my left &lt;strong&gt;wrist.&lt;/strong&gt;  Alberto says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  That he loves me without any marks on my body other than my &lt;strong&gt;freckles.&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, he's very &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; but he also knows that if I want something I almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get it.  I wear a watch pretty much everyday so a small one on my wrist would not be &lt;strong&gt;noticeable&lt;/strong&gt; all the time.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooohh&lt;/span&gt;, just had a &lt;strong&gt;thought.&lt;/strong&gt;  How about one &lt;strong&gt;behind &lt;/strong&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;ear&lt;/strong&gt; so you can only see it when I have my hair in a &lt;strong&gt;ponytail?&lt;/strong&gt;  That would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cool too.  But, it wouldn't be one I could look at instantly.  I want one that I can see and bring a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my face when I look at it.  Is it possible I'm going through a &lt;strong&gt;midlife&lt;/strong&gt; crisis at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  I have always &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; tattoos.  Guys with half sleeves, girls with pretty&lt;strong&gt; flowers,&lt;/strong&gt; there are so many styles that I like.  Of course, the tattoos have to be &lt;strong&gt;tasteful.&lt;/strong&gt;  I want Alberto to get &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;tattoos.  He has one right now and has talked about getting another one on his other arm.  I'm all for it!  My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; theme for a guy is &lt;strong&gt;Asian.&lt;/strong&gt;  Dragons, &lt;strong&gt;geisha's,&lt;/strong&gt; samurai's, &lt;strong&gt;coy fish,&lt;/strong&gt; you get the idea.  If &lt;strong&gt;reincarnation&lt;/strong&gt; exists I am going to be one &lt;strong&gt;tattooed&lt;/strong&gt; person in my next life.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a tattoo around her wrist that says &lt;strong&gt;"What goes around comes around."&lt;/strong&gt;  I remember seeing that years ago and thinking how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was.  You can just look down and be&lt;strong&gt; reminded&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;mindful&lt;/strong&gt; of what you do.  It's useful and cool at the same time.  So, what will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; get?  Will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even get one?  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-6739087966541397747?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6739087966541397747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=6739087966541397747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6739087966541397747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6739087966541397747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-2422776247760157296</id><published>2010-06-08T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:24:03.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Now what I'm about to say by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means reflects on the friends I &lt;strong&gt;currently&lt;/strong&gt; have.  I have the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; most &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; friends and after weeding out some bad ones I am really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with those I call a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friend.  But, I wish I had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;friends in OK.  Both Alberto and I.  Friends that like to do what we like to do.  Play games, go to the movies, go out to eat, do family stuff, travel, etc.  Friends with kids around the same age as &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel.&lt;/strong&gt;  We are both &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; oriented and like to do most &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; with Gabriel.  It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to find friends where everyone gets along and has things in &lt;strong&gt;common.&lt;/strong&gt;  I miss having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cookouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hanging out all weekend &lt;strong&gt;playing cards&lt;/strong&gt; and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;'.  I think I just miss the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;camaraderie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Especially since it's the summer.  I was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had to go see Sex and the City 2 by &lt;strong&gt;myself.&lt;/strong&gt;  Insert &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sigh :(  If I was in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that would have never happened.  I'm not sure why it has been so &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; for us to make friends here.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;friendly.&lt;/strong&gt;  I see and work with people every day when I make my sales calls, but I haven't met anyone I can see myself really being friends with.  &lt;strong&gt;Is it me?  Am I too picky?&lt;/strong&gt;  I say no, but I could be wrong.  I'm not &lt;strong&gt;keen&lt;/strong&gt; on being friends just to have a friend.  I need to really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that &lt;strong&gt;connection.&lt;/strong&gt;  I've had too many &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; friendships in the past where I gave and gave and got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in return.  It's not fun having to &lt;strong&gt;"break up"&lt;/strong&gt; with a friend.  It's terribly &lt;strong&gt;sad.&lt;/strong&gt;  I wonder if there's a friend &lt;strong&gt;network&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; or something for help in finding friends?  Kind of like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EHarmony&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but not for hookups?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Google&lt;/strong&gt; here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-2422776247760157296?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2422776247760157296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=2422776247760157296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2422776247760157296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2422776247760157296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-3491559161392490047</id><published>2010-06-07T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:26:51.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Almost everyone has it.  I feel like mine has been &lt;strong&gt;following&lt;/strong&gt; me for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  When I got divorced&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;over 6 years ago I moved to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with only &lt;strong&gt;$500&lt;/strong&gt; to my name and the &lt;strong&gt;agreement&lt;/strong&gt; I would take on what was left to pay on the &lt;strong&gt;credit cards.&lt;/strong&gt;  Sure wish now I would have &lt;strong&gt;renegotiated &lt;/strong&gt;that.  But, you live and learn, right?  Gabriel and I stayed with my parents until we could get a &lt;strong&gt;place&lt;/strong&gt; of our &lt;strong&gt;own.&lt;/strong&gt;  It was quite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to find a job, but I finally did after a month or so.  Unfortunately the &lt;strong&gt;pay&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it was a job.  When I went to open a bank account in TX I qualified for a &lt;strong&gt;$5000&lt;/strong&gt; limit bank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  At the time it was a &lt;strong&gt;blessing&lt;/strong&gt; because it would be my &lt;strong&gt;"emergency"&lt;/strong&gt; fund if anything was to happen.  Once I felt more on my feet I got an apartment for Gabriel and I.  Things kind of started to &lt;strong&gt;spiral&lt;/strong&gt; out of control after that I and started having to &lt;strong&gt;use &lt;/strong&gt;my new credit card to pay my car, bills, etc.  It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a good time for me.  So, all this brings me here.  The past couple of years I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; have been &lt;strong&gt;working &lt;/strong&gt;on my credit.  I'm in such a &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; place, but still &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; where I want to be.  I started by cutting up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my credit cards and paying them off one by one.  It also helped that I got &lt;strong&gt;promoted&lt;/strong&gt; a few times and started making &lt;strong&gt;excellent&lt;/strong&gt; money.  Made it a lot &lt;strong&gt;easier&lt;/strong&gt; to start &lt;strong&gt;paying&lt;/strong&gt; things off.  I'm not completely done yet though.  I've been &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt; up on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dave Ramsey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; site and he truly seems to have some &lt;strong&gt;wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ideas on how to &lt;strong&gt;reduce debt&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;save money.&lt;/strong&gt;  I take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in myself for the way I handle everything and feel I have really learned from my past &lt;strong&gt;mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;  I also take pride in being able to&lt;strong&gt; buy&lt;/strong&gt; something if I want it, give &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel &lt;/strong&gt;everything I never had, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; money at the same time.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Who doesn't?  I want to be able to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;completely out of debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; within the next couple of years and have my savings account where I want it.  It's good to have &lt;strong&gt;goals.&lt;/strong&gt;  And everyone who knows me knows I am very &lt;strong&gt;goal oriented.&lt;/strong&gt;  So, I think I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt; following some of &lt;strong&gt;Dave Ramsey's&lt;/strong&gt; advice and start with his &lt;strong&gt;"baby steps".&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm sure I can speed through the first few, but to do it the right way I'm gonna start with number one (maybe even open up another account for this).  I've got my credit report printed, a spreadsheet started for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;budget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my mind is &lt;strong&gt;focused.&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to start this new chapter and be able to look back and &lt;strong&gt;see how far I've come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-3491559161392490047?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3491559161392490047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=3491559161392490047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3491559161392490047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3491559161392490047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-new.html' title='Something New.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-9063895162454105502</id><published>2010-05-31T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:56:05.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex And The City.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today!  No surprise here, but I &lt;strong&gt;absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/strong&gt;  I was reading some &lt;strong&gt;reviews&lt;/strong&gt; where people said it had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; story line.  &lt;strong&gt;Blah, blah, blah.&lt;/strong&gt;  Not sure what movie they were watching but it totally had a story line.  And, it lived true to the series.  &lt;strong&gt;Needless to say I was not disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanting to take 2 days a week &lt;strong&gt;apart&lt;/strong&gt; to do his thing and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do her thing - I actually like the idea and the meaning behind it.  But, 2 days a week is too much.  Maybe 2 days a month or maybe even 2 days every other week.  Not that I want to be away from my husband, but I see where this can be a good thing.  It can help from things getting monotonous.  And, I'm big on each person having their own freedom and not so dependent on the other.  As I write this I am in the bedroom watching The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; while Alberto is playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; in the living room.  Same difference.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;having a &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; time admitting she is &lt;strong&gt;stressed&lt;/strong&gt; from her &lt;strong&gt;kids &lt;/strong&gt;- Another reason I love Miranda so much.  She got Charlotte to open up, even if it took her getting a little tipsy.  It's okay to want to lock yourself in a room and let your kid cry.  It's okay to feel like you are going crazy sometimes.  Us moms wouldn't be human if we didn't want to pull our hair out, scream, cry, or just need to get away.  Poor Charlotte just tries too hard to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting &lt;strong&gt;arrested&lt;/strong&gt; for being too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;risque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt; - PRICELESS!  Typical Samantha.  I love how she stands true to who she is no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;trendy&lt;/strong&gt; clothes under their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abayas -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I wonder what the percentage of women there actually do that?  I definitely would. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forgiving&lt;/strong&gt; Carrie for &lt;strong&gt;kissing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aidan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and taking the &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt; road -  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, Carrie did let him know immediately and felt genuinely bad for doing it.  She did make the mistake by "playing with fire" but she learned her lesson and did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Loved&lt;/strong&gt; seeing Miranda &lt;strong&gt;quit&lt;/strong&gt; her job, see her son &lt;strong&gt;win&lt;/strong&gt; the Science Fair, &lt;strong&gt;loosen &lt;/strong&gt;up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;, and then find an even better job where she is more &lt;strong&gt;appreciated.&lt;/strong&gt;  I am most like her character :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;part of movie - Seeing &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt; in Carrie's old &lt;strong&gt;apartment&lt;/strong&gt; taking &lt;strong&gt;time &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;herself.&lt;/strong&gt;  Ironic how she thought Carrie was crazy for mentioning the 2 day thing, but she ended up doing it herself.  Good for her!!&lt;br /&gt;These were just &lt;strong&gt;highlights&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to remember.  I love how I can and I'm sure lots of other women can &lt;strong&gt;relate&lt;/strong&gt; to these characters.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; applause to the writers and actors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-9063895162454105502?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9063895162454105502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=9063895162454105502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/9063895162454105502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/9063895162454105502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex And The City.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-4184735684892085487</id><published>2010-05-31T20:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:28:41.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarborough Faire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; year we go to &lt;strong&gt;Scarborough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Faire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Waxahachie&lt;/span&gt;. This year added a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; element of fun to our yearly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because we had &lt;strong&gt;Ken, Joellen, Celeste, Brianna,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cole&lt;/strong&gt; join us. You can't go wrong with &lt;strong&gt;great entertainment, great food,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;great company.&lt;/strong&gt; We've been taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since he was just about &lt;strong&gt;5 years old.&lt;/strong&gt; Its become a family &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of sorts. As a kid there wasn't anything I did like this, so hopefully it's something that will &lt;strong&gt;continue&lt;/strong&gt; and he can enjoy with his &lt;strong&gt;children&lt;/strong&gt; one day. We take a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every year of him in front of this one &lt;strong&gt;sign.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of marking a line on a wall in the house, we use this sign to &lt;strong&gt;gage&lt;/strong&gt; how much he has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; each year. We are missing 2007. Not sure if maybe we didn't go that year. And 2008 is missing because we &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; the camera that year &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477607635894324338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARfH4xyzHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xQSwh3BMVYI/s320/IMG_5142.JPG" /&gt;2005 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477608367923710626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARfyfzMyqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-JNs-wjkmHg/s320/Gabriel+01.JPG" /&gt;2006 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477608660324536098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARgDhE_TyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9akCQMxkuTA/s320/Gabriel+01.JPG" /&gt;2009 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477608960701278466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARgVAEYqQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/M0JZSe37p40/s320/Picture+013.jpg" /&gt;2010 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477609289250865266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARgoIAtgHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SA4qMbladiQ/s320/IMG_5112.JPG" /&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/6597912841022280116-4184735684892085487?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4184735684892085487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=4184735684892085487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4184735684892085487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4184735684892085487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/scarborough-faire.html' title='Scarborough Faire.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/TARfH4xyzHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xQSwh3BMVYI/s72-c/IMG_5142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-6026580590575310780</id><published>2010-05-25T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:46:20.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Funk.</title><content type='html'>Don't know what it is, but I'm in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; when I get like this. I have this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need for something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to happen. It seems the older I get the more I get in these &lt;strong&gt;moods&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not that I'm unsatisfied with anything, it's just I need something to constantly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me or something to put all my &lt;strong&gt;attention&lt;/strong&gt; on. For 9 months all my thoughts were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the wedding. That was fun because it entailed all sorts of things. I have a tendency to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;repetitiveness.&lt;/strong&gt; Hobbies are good, but they all get old at some point. Guess I need to do a little here and a little there to keep it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; need to find a way to get over these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;humps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Today I wanted a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then I wanted an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It went back and forth between those things all day. Alberto has to think I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I sometimes have all these &lt;strong&gt;ideas&lt;/strong&gt; in my head that I &lt;strong&gt;overwhelm&lt;/strong&gt; myself and literally feel worn out. Then I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at myself for trying to take on too much. It's like a constant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I need to find that right amount of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll find it before I drive myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-6026580590575310780?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6026580590575310780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=6026580590575310780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6026580590575310780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/6026580590575310780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-funk.html' title='In A Funk.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-983915442356734083</id><published>2010-05-22T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:36:55.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alberto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me my "Gotta Have It" &lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt; in my post below.  I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited!  I have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweetest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Here's to my new watch &lt;strong&gt;addiction&lt;/strong&gt;.  Coming soon will be one with the &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt; band.  There are so many &lt;strong&gt;cute &lt;/strong&gt;ones it is so hard not to want them &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&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/6597912841022280116-983915442356734083?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/983915442356734083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=983915442356734083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/983915442356734083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/983915442356734083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8415234416849002492</id><published>2010-05-21T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:36:15.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Have It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_dRHbgTFGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/s2KTVAuOPE8/s1600/Watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473933060176286818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_dRHbgTFGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/s2KTVAuOPE8/s320/Watch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8415234416849002492?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8415234416849002492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8415234416849002492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8415234416849002492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8415234416849002492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/gotta-have-it.html' title='Gotta Have It.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_dRHbgTFGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/s2KTVAuOPE8/s72-c/Watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-2635772297324278564</id><published>2010-05-21T16:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:54:05.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming.</title><content type='html'>Today I had to make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; drive to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ardmore&lt;/span&gt; and back to pick up some product for work today. Here are just a few things that crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Alberto had a grand idea for us book a Vegas &lt;strong&gt;vacation&lt;/strong&gt; for my belated birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanted to go and what better occasion to book it? In a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; way I was looking forward to turning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and was hoping to have a pretty cool &lt;strong&gt;celebration&lt;/strong&gt;. Unfortunately Alberto's &lt;strong&gt;surgery&lt;/strong&gt; came to be and instead of &lt;strong&gt;partying&lt;/strong&gt; it up we were setting in the doctor's office for my birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, all these thoughts about where to stay, what to do, what shows to see, do it over a long weekend or during the week, how much time do we have to take off work, and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rihanna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was totally &lt;strong&gt;jamming&lt;/strong&gt; out to my Rihanna CD. Totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; CD by the way. I was singing along picturing &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt; on stage &lt;strong&gt;entertaining&lt;/strong&gt; the crowd and how I could absolutely do that for a living... if only I could sing. Just missing one &lt;strong&gt;crucial&lt;/strong&gt; piece of the puzzle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big sigh #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little bug on my windshield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why do the smallest creatures decide to land on your windshield when you are going &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;80mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Poor little thing was &lt;strong&gt;holding on&lt;/strong&gt; for dear life. They must have suction cups for feet or something. I was trying hard not to look at it because it &lt;strong&gt;breaks my heart&lt;/strong&gt; when they get &lt;strong&gt;blown &lt;/strong&gt;away. One of two things happen at that point. Either they &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; or they &lt;strong&gt;attach themselves&lt;/strong&gt; to another window and continue to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out all their life. I am so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not a bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; School is out Tuesday. My baby is officially going to be a &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader&lt;/strong&gt;. 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade was my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; year of school. That is counting elementary, middle, and high school. I had great teachers, great friends, and my first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriend. I think I remember more from 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade than any other year. I just hope Gabriel's is just as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; being all healed up.&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to &lt;strong&gt;TX&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Getting my &lt;strong&gt;butt&lt;/strong&gt; back in the &lt;strong&gt;gym.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting &lt;strong&gt;Yancy&lt;/strong&gt; in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;Visiting &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jay&lt;/strong&gt; in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like I may have a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bucket list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the making...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-2635772297324278564?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2635772297324278564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=2635772297324278564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2635772297324278564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/2635772297324278564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-4955705996544132622</id><published>2010-05-19T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:25:29.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Oklahoma.</title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how I &lt;strong&gt;loathe&lt;/strong&gt; thee.  This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tornado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season thing is really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stressing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me out.  I had no idea you had this sort of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;craziness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I decided to move here.  Yes, my job is great and I really enjoy what I do (not mention I'm fantastic at it), but come on with this weather.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all day about something out of my control really puts a toll on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being.  I hurried to pick Gabriel up from school, practically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; through Wal Mart to get batteries, more flashlights, bottled water, and snacks to stock up the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;safe room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "closet".  I sat on the couch for &lt;strong&gt;5 hours&lt;/strong&gt; watching the news only to see the tornadoes &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right by us.  Poor Gabriel sat with his &lt;strong&gt;helmet and shoes&lt;/strong&gt; on the whole time.  All the while saying how he kept hearing you need to have on a helmet and shoes.  He even went as far as to &lt;strong&gt;cover his body in pillows&lt;/strong&gt;.  I should have gotten a picture.  My boy sure is a rule follower.  Not that I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a tornado didn't hit my area.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind is just so&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;  And they say it will be like this the next &lt;em&gt;two days&lt;/em&gt;.  I just know the minute I relax and underestimate the storm is when it will hit.  &lt;strong&gt;Insert big sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;  Guess I will just continue on with my &lt;strong&gt;overprotective, overreacting&lt;/strong&gt; self until the season is over.  I can hear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calling my name right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-4955705996544132622?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4955705996544132622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=4955705996544132622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4955705996544132622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4955705996544132622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-oklahoma.html' title='Oh Oklahoma.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-3378037705443737917</id><published>2010-05-17T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:02:55.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Go Hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>Just a little something to bring a smile to your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think part of a best friend's job is to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sure hope my BF reads this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what this is like, because I'm always right ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because Lord knows I can sleep it up now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there was one I would get in trouble for using all the time at work :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just roll them up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Map Quest really needs to start its directions on #5.  I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is unless I tell Joellen to take 35 South to Oklahoma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have truly learned that lesson!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you say this doesn't happen to you, you are a liar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of WORD and it asks me if I want to save any pages to my paper that I swear I didn't make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone know why it always does that?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate leaving my house feeling confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day.  What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the one day you throw on sweats, pull up your hair, and don't put a bit of makeup on you see everyone you know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I keep some people's phone #'s in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always at least one in every bunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sometimes I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily when Gabriel is around I have him make the extra trip :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I wish it were appropriate to say to a complete stranger "Excuse me, would you like for me to show you how to discipline your child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I want to write a book on this :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My GPS says "Estimated Arrival Time".  I see "Time to Beat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I usually beat it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-3378037705443737917?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3378037705443737917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=3378037705443737917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3378037705443737917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3378037705443737917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things That Make You Go Hmmmm.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-7615781453782088630</id><published>2010-05-16T09:22:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:04:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 10th Birthday Gabriel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my baby's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I say it every year, but I really can't believe he is 10. Double digits is a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; deal. I wanted to do something &lt;strong&gt;extra special&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;memorable&lt;/strong&gt; so I rented a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;limo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to surprise him and his friends. The party started at the house at 3. We had cupcakes, played &lt;strong&gt;Name That Song&lt;/strong&gt;, and had a &lt;strong&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/strong&gt; challenge. At 4 the limo was waiting outside the house. I handed out the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIP passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and lined up the kids at the door. They still had no idea what the surprise was. It was so fun to hear them all guessing and asking for clues. I had them close their eyes and walk out to the front yard. I had the camera ready on &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel's&lt;/strong&gt; face to get his &lt;strong&gt;reaction&lt;/strong&gt; when he saw the limo. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Him and his friends were saying how &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; it was. The limo company even put a &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday banner&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;balloon&lt;/strong&gt; in the car for Gabriel. That was a nice touch. Our first stop was &lt;strong&gt;Braums&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The reaction from some of the customers was just what I was hoping for. The boys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. They looked like they could have been a new &lt;strong&gt;boy band in the making&lt;/strong&gt;. If I would have thought about that we could have said that's what they were. After ice cream we drove around &lt;strong&gt;downtown OKC&lt;/strong&gt;, stopped and took some pictures, and let the kids run around a bit. We had the limo for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which was perfect. When we got home he opened his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the party was over. The day couldn't have been any more &lt;strong&gt;fantastic! I don't think Gabriel will ever forget it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471882677254299954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AITb5bITI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_hhrcuBAHww/s320/IMG_5043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471883563753785154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AJHCXXx0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/4emrXRzl2j0/s320/IMG_5057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471878413032654082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AEbObwhQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FW4w4spHNdA/s320/IMG_5073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471878265553612530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AESpCA7vI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YQx0OpBhaQE/s320/IMG_5072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471878080282382194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AEH216T3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/nv7qJfWWqVE/s320/IMG_5070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471877872230551970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AD7vyfUaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/y_zHLS6KRFk/s320/IMG_5069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-7615781453782088630?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7615781453782088630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=7615781453782088630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7615781453782088630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/7615781453782088630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-10th-birthday-gabriel.html' title='Happy 10th Birthday Gabriel.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S_AITb5bITI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_hhrcuBAHww/s72-c/IMG_5043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-9104483249261407785</id><published>2010-05-14T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:33:18.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Freakin' Cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend and her &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; got me for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;strong&gt;Cookies by Design&lt;/strong&gt;! It was such a &lt;strong&gt;sweet surprise&lt;/strong&gt; to come home to these. It brought a huge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my face and I couldn't stop looking at them. The colors are so &lt;strong&gt;vibrant&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. What a fantastic gift idea. Joellen, Ken, Celeste, Brianna, &amp;amp; Cole: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You guys are the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471178166924862322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-2HjiZt43I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KUBShL5lD70/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" /&gt;They also sent Alberto and Gabriel one. They were just as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about theirs as I was mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471179231863159394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-2IhhmyumI/AAAAAAAAAW4/uRlIP4HV5ns/s320/IMG_4977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471179356674698242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-2IoykLrAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yrL_yxBi7iA/s320/IMG_4979.JPG" /&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/6597912841022280116-9104483249261407785?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9104483249261407785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=9104483249261407785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/9104483249261407785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/9104483249261407785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-freakin-cute.html' title='So Freakin&apos; Cute.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-2HjiZt43I/AAAAAAAAAWw/KUBShL5lD70/s72-c/IMG_4978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8140552170688542431</id><published>2010-05-13T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:03:04.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 3-0.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-w-NX0QjFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MdZFxOrPGmc/s1600/turning-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470816046800735314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-w-NX0QjFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MdZFxOrPGmc/s320/turning-30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday to be exact. I feel &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; about it so far. I just wish we were all healthy enough to go out and &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt;. We will definitely be partying it up as soon as we can. I see a trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our very near future. So &lt;strong&gt;Joellen, Ken, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Gregg, Joe, Tracy,&lt;/strong&gt; get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8140552170688542431?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8140552170688542431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8140552170688542431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8140552170688542431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8140552170688542431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-3-0.html' title='The Big 3-0.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-w-NX0QjFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MdZFxOrPGmc/s72-c/turning-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-764311383559758991</id><published>2010-05-12T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:30:53.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's A Curse.</title><content type='html'>So, guess where &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ended up today? At the doctor's office for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bladder infection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Last week I felt the symptoms coming on and drank &lt;strong&gt;cranberry juice&lt;/strong&gt; like it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; business. I started feeling much better and went on my way. This morning I woke up with some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and again started downing cranberry juice and water. Around 12:30 I felt like I was in &lt;strong&gt;labor&lt;/strong&gt;. It came on so sudden. I was in the bedroom floor &lt;strong&gt;doubled over in pain&lt;/strong&gt; crying like a baby and saying some not choice words. Alberto was sleeping on the couch (his pills &lt;strong&gt;knock&lt;/strong&gt; him out). Not that he could have done anything since he is still having &lt;em&gt;some trouble&lt;/em&gt; getting around. I tried calling my doctor's office, but they were all at &lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt;. They really should stagger their lunches so someone is always around. I wasn't sure what to do, but knew I needed help so I called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Robin is my one and only true &lt;strong&gt;Oklahoma friend&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank God for Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what I would do without her, especially this last week. I called her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asking if she could come and get me. I knew there was no way at that point I could drive. She told me about the &lt;strong&gt;Minute Clinic at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and said she would come get me. After a little while longer of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gulping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down water and one &lt;strong&gt;good long pee&lt;/strong&gt;, I felt a little better. I hopped in the car and headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;. It's just right down the road. Of course, when I got their they were gone to lunch too. I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily the &lt;strong&gt;nurse&lt;/strong&gt; came back early and was very &lt;strong&gt;apologetic&lt;/strong&gt;. She had me in and out of there in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Less time than it would take to go to the actual doctor. She said I have an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;extremely bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bladder infection, one of the worst she's ever seen. I had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my urine, super high levels of infection, and I was &lt;strong&gt;dehydrated&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder where all that water and cranberry juice has been going? Funny to me that I would be dehydrated. Anyway, I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; prescriptions and am now feeling a bit &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept waiting to push out a baby the pain and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were so bad. Now Alberto and I can both be &lt;em&gt;gimps&lt;/em&gt; together tonight. Never really thought much about believing in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;curses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm beginning to think someone put one on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-764311383559758991?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/764311383559758991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=764311383559758991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/764311383559758991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/764311383559758991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-its-curse.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s A Curse.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-4384455743682632817</id><published>2010-05-11T16:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:11:40.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgeries &amp; Tornadoes Galore.</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. Sunday night around 10:30 Alberto jumps out of bed and &lt;strong&gt;yells&lt;/strong&gt; from the bathroom that I need to take him to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;. For a second I thought it was a joke until I saw the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in his face. One of his previous injuries from the Army flared up and caused some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;internal bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It all happened so fast, no warning at all. Monday afternoon he had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He had a bit of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last night and is doing as well as could be expected. While he was in recovery some pretty &lt;strong&gt;serious&lt;/strong&gt; weather started happening. Luckily we were in the room that had the only TV so I was able to know what was happening. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tornadoes&lt;/span&gt; hit Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and two came way too close for comfort to where we were. Gabriel was at a friends house and was in an &lt;strong&gt;underground shelter&lt;/strong&gt; thank goodness. And the recovery area at the hospital is pretty much underground too, so it was nice to know we were all as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as we could be. When we got home the only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to our house were the backyard fences. They are &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; torn down. In my friends neighborhood they had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hail the size of grapefruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if not bigger and got some holes in their roof. See picture below. It is &lt;strong&gt;INSANE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Oh, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joys &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of living in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470167385876774674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-nwQVkcvxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2pGoVjhYg8I/s320/Hail.bmp" /&gt;Also, &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; one of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know had a very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big deal surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We just got off the phone with him and everything went &lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;. He sounds &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; and seems to be in &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; spirits. We &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; him very much and hopefully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we will be able to take a &lt;strong&gt;trip&lt;/strong&gt; up to see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-4384455743682632817?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4384455743682632817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=4384455743682632817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4384455743682632817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/4384455743682632817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/surgeries-tornadoes-galore.html' title='Surgeries &amp; Tornadoes Galore.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-nwQVkcvxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2pGoVjhYg8I/s72-c/Hail.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-3596513462026241887</id><published>2010-05-09T10:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:20:38.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Gabriel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mother's Day, but to me it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day. You are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get to celebrate this day and to me it is just as much &lt;strong&gt;yours&lt;/strong&gt; as it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; of you I have learned what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;love truly means. Being your mommy is the most wonderful, fulfilling, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and without you I wouldn't have the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of experiencing it. From the first time I &lt;strong&gt;held&lt;/strong&gt; you in my arms I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vowed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to never let you down and to be there for you &lt;strong&gt;no matter what&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt; to always put you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, love you &lt;strong&gt;whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and fill your life with joy and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just like I knew you would mine. No matter what, &lt;strong&gt;being your mommy is my first &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your big hugs, sweet kisses, and your little voice telling me you love me and I'm the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"best mommy in the whole world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the best gift I could ever receive. You have given me so much &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;, strength, patience, and a heart &lt;strong&gt;overfilling with love&lt;/strong&gt; and I will be forever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I am your mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; Always&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-3596513462026241887?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3596513462026241887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=3596513462026241887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3596513462026241887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/3596513462026241887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-gabriel-because-of-you-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-5399691344841982562</id><published>2010-05-08T18:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:07:06.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It Back Old School.</title><content type='html'>It's really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; that one of my favorite past times as a child is now one of my son's favorite things to do... hanging out at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skating rink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Friday/Saturday nights. I &lt;strong&gt;vividly&lt;/strong&gt; remember the many many hours spent at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cleburne&lt;/span&gt; skating rink. No worries, &lt;em&gt;no parents&lt;/em&gt;, only my friends and the music. Joellen (my most amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend in the &lt;strong&gt;whole wide world&lt;/strong&gt;) and I both have so many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am so lucky to have them to share with her. It was so much fun skating around &lt;em&gt;flirting&lt;/em&gt; with the boys, buying No Doz from the snack bar, and mixing &lt;strong&gt;"suicides"&lt;/strong&gt; at the drink bar. Not to mention the many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lock ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there and getting my first hickey from a boy during one of the movies played on the huge projector screen on the rink floor.  Not proud of this but kids will be kids.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;, innocent, lovable little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; is hanging out there with his friends. It is a lot different these days though. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fortunately&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there are no longer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lock ins&lt;/span&gt;, the crowd is a lot younger, and there are lots of &lt;strong&gt;adult&lt;/strong&gt; employees and parents hanging around. Not to mention, the owner is very aware of what goes on. He pays close attention to who comes and goes and what kids belong to what parents. The front door is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and cannot be opened without him doing it. I am all for kids having their &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and being "kids" but I am thankful that there are safer &lt;strong&gt;precautions&lt;/strong&gt; these days. Of course there are still the &lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt; there asking the boys to &lt;strong&gt;couple skate&lt;/strong&gt;, wanting to be girlfriend/boyfriend, lots of talk of who is cute and who isn't, but it's all very &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing there last night looking for &lt;strong&gt;my son and his friends&lt;/strong&gt; to round them up to head home and I couldn't help but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I saw two cute girls skate by. One was a tall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the other a shorter &lt;strong&gt;brunette&lt;/strong&gt;. They say history repeats itself and those two girls were definitely Joellen and I &lt;em&gt;reincarnated&lt;/em&gt;. Thinking about it again brings a tear to my eye. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-5399691344841982562?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5399691344841982562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=5399691344841982562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5399691344841982562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/5399691344841982562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-it-back-old-school.html' title='Taking It Back Old School.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8908561103230570183</id><published>2010-05-07T09:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:58:19.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Decision.</title><content type='html'>I asked Alberto a few days after we were &lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt; if we were going to try for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's something we have talked about before but not really seriously or in depth. I was happy to find out that all the reasons I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apprehensive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;about having a baby were his also. Gabriel will be 10 in a few days. He is at the age where we can take him anywhere with us and not have to &lt;em&gt;worry&lt;/em&gt; about things you do with a baby. Also, we didn't want him to end up taking care of the baby instead of being a kid and enjoying being a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt;. Having a baby would mean we would have to start all over. We love our &lt;em&gt;freedom&lt;/em&gt; and the fact that in a second we can jump up and go. Another serious consideration is my &lt;strong&gt;health&lt;/strong&gt;. Having MS is no joke. They say you feel better than you ever have being pregnant but the chances of having a large relapse shortly after birth is about 50% certain. And because no one knows the real cause of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MS&lt;/span&gt; and if it's hereditary it's a hard &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all this said and most of our decisions being based on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selfishness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we have decided to see what happens. I will be making an appointment soon to talk to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If everything is in the clear we hopefully will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a little addition to our family. Of course, we will talk to Gabriel also and make him a big part of this. He is, after all, just as big a part of this decision as we are. I know Alberto will be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most loving, hands on daddy&lt;/span&gt;. He has been that way with &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt; since day one. Although he considers Gabriel his own, he really deserves to have a child from his own blood. I am excited to be moving on to another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in our lives and hopefully be welcoming a beautiful little baby to our family soon.  This is such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; moment for us and we couldn't be &lt;strong&gt;happier&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinch me&lt;/span&gt;, because I feel like I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8908561103230570183?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8908561103230570183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8908561103230570183&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8908561103230570183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8908561103230570183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-decision.html' title='A Big Decision.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597912841022280116.post-8013218144976331376</id><published>2010-05-06T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:13:41.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Do Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before Alberto and I got married&lt;/span&gt; we talked about things changing. We both agreed that chances were nothing would change since we had been together going on 6 years. Well, guess what? Things definitely &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; change. Not only do I feel closer to Alberto, but somehow I feel I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; him more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*I feel this sense of peace and overwhelming love.*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468186542890695618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LmsGaSO8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vFLfNeWZpjY/s320/0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's nothing I have ever experienced before.&lt;/span&gt; I had a wall up protecting myself from pain and my heart from loving fully. All that is gone and it feels so freeing. Here's to being completely and wholeheartedly in love and to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alberto&lt;/span&gt; for being the most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;man I have ever known and to the next chapter in our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing to hold onto in life is each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597912841022280116-8013218144976331376?l=seasonsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8013218144976331376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597912841022280116&amp;postID=8013218144976331376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8013218144976331376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597912841022280116/posts/default/8013218144976331376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seasonsays.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-do-change.html' title='Things Do Change.'/><author><name>Season</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08357866214139762077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LgRKolBJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lvz8VSUjGMA/S220/Bridal+Photos-6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8mX1UI50qOQ/S-LmsGaSO8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vFLfNeWZpjY/s72-c/0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
