<?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-6300730724317530714</id><updated>2011-12-04T18:44:34.694-05:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='Inaugural post'/><category term='travel'/><category term='events'/><category term='my crazy life'/><category term='guatoberfest 2008'/><category term='questions'/><category term='pouring out my heart'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Gurlz</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you remember when we used to sing Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ti-da?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-1840300826031177864</id><published>2008-12-23T20:44:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:27:50.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello friends and fellow bloggers. I love the Christmas song "Grown Up Christmas List," so here are my wishes for you this Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this guy to bring you a present or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283167326501632690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGUsSkUerI/AAAAAAAAAKM/M0h0TeeZ1Ks/s320/dolphin+b%27fast+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish for you and your family to have plenty to eat in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283173367616985426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGaL7edWVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/X9BtTd_6USM/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And plenty of friends and family to share a good meal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283173361283867650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGaLj4hpAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/l15KTj4enTg/s320/Friends1SmallBoxTurned.gif" border="0" /&gt; I wish for you lots of peace, love and happiness all throughout the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283175101932565970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGbw4Tg9dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/AkhRfPs-SAw/s320/happy+jewlry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But mostly I wish for you to find Christ in your heart, not just in this season of his birth, but every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283173366177306578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 279px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGaL2HNl9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/NHnNGwgSgiA/s320/christmas11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Stover Gurlz wish you a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and very &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and prosperous &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6300730724317530714-1840300826031177864?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1840300826031177864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=1840300826031177864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/1840300826031177864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/1840300826031177864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wish-for-you.html' title='My wish for you'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGUsSkUerI/AAAAAAAAAKM/M0h0TeeZ1Ks/s72-c/dolphin+b%27fast+111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-5505011761154179957</id><published>2008-12-23T19:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:43:24.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>birthday, Christmas parties &amp; fake snow!</title><content type='html'>I can't decide if I envy December babies or feel sorry for them. They get so many presents in that month, but then they get so many presents THAT month it must be hard to wait a whole 12 months for some more. We have celebrated a half birthday for Elaina, and that was fun, but I just can't let the 18th of December go by without celebrating her and the blessing that she is to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283143243164732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF-ydJWzgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_I5z_acdvkM/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish big gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283143244028501010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF-ygXS3BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KlRfN6T_58Y/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can hardly see the birthday gurl behind all those presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283143251471097826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF-y8Fv3-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/gSjsdgCVWeo/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My little chef in the making is thrilled to get an Easy Bake Oven! (I had one as a gurl, so secretly this gift is "really" for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283143253802714002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF-zExpg5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/idiaioa7q30/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cupcakes at school during snack time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145397737457762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAv3jhiGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MPkjyl6pFnU/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Joely's pre-school Christmas party. Here she is singing to Santa Claus. I am so happy she stood with the other children and sang instead of running over to me crying. (that's what I expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144138805158210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mlqrIUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TnT3Iz5loUo/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The children are wagging their fingers at folks singing, "You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAwJ5GyqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3k6h-7n1xkU/s1600-h/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145402659818146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAwJ5GyqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3k6h-7n1xkU/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll take a fake smile sitting in Santa's lap over wailing about the Big Guy any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144129479365426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mC7O0zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tWzr4sVz4jQ/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Elaina's "Winter Party," as it is called, they made a gingerbread house, but there was no gingerbread, with LOTS of white royal icing and candy, candy, candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mezOHeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OtSATmns8Eg/s1600-h/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144136961957346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mezOHeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OtSATmns8Eg/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mIZ2SrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4wFgucrLYFA/s1600-h/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144130949958322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_mIZ2SrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/4wFgucrLYFA/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Seriously, who is teaching my kids to do the cheesey smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_l9Su6jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7dtOcvdVzwE/s1600-h/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144127967324722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF_l9Su6jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7dtOcvdVzwE/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a rare, but cherished, moment. Big sister reading to little sister. Why can't they always be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145406873825682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAwZlzcZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yeJVxv0R9Zk/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went the Gaylord National Hotel to see it "snow" inside. I didn't know that the snow would fall at 9:30 at night, so we walked around and looked at all the Christmas decorations until it was time for snow. Joely was so taken with this "Ho, Ho, Ho" as she calls him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145404938537586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAwSYZSnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ivAI8sVdAc0/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, do you see the little white spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145415382009954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGAw5SUCGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FWrYsE7k52w/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Joely was reaching up as far as she could to try to catch as much of the snow as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283145583362918994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVGA6rEFSlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PZuXltfaXIo/s320/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;OK, I'll confess, it was foam that was blown out onto the crowd, but it did look like the real thing while it was falling. Not being a fan of snow, at all, I could handle this snow: not cold, no clean up/shoveling, and you can walk in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay warm and remember: You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you'd better not pout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-5505011761154179957?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5505011761154179957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=5505011761154179957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5505011761154179957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5505011761154179957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-christmas-parties-fake-snow.html' title='birthday, Christmas parties &amp; fake snow!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SVF-ydJWzgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_I5z_acdvkM/s72-c/gurlz+Chrismas+parties+08+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-2555219613173540755</id><published>2008-12-16T21:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:43:48.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>my shy gurl</title><content type='html'>Elaina is so much like me yet does not have my DNA. How'd that happen!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horribly shy as a child. I finally got into theatre in junior high and loved it. Now, I can get really shy in certain social settings, and especially one on one, but getting on stage or giving a speech no longer bothers me. I can either "become" another person or use the podium as an imaginery wall. Elaina has hidden behind my skirt. I did the same when I was little. She will sometimes whisper when someone says hello to her. I did too. So when she had the opportunity to get on stage at our church and sing a Christmas song with other kids in her Sunday morning group I was SHOCKED that she wanted to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long Saturday she kept saying "I can't wait until tomorrow." The group had to sing their song at both morning services. The song was written by a staff member and included some speaking parts, and lots of humor, so it was not a song that they knew readily. They all did beautifully. Elaina even told me she wanted to become an actress one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! However, I am totally surprised at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxUgSckI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-VJiQmX7aJE/s1600-h/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575864014271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxUgSckI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-VJiQmX7aJE/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxaJNFDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PE6zAXjb574/s1600-h/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575865528063026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxaJNFDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PE6zAXjb574/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take a picture of little sister too! She is the ham in the family, as never met a stranger, has a great sense of humor, and she can cheese it up for the camera. She is standing in front of some decorations in our sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxFUQXBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ac49YV60K-w/s1600-h/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280575859937270802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxFUQXBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ac49YV60K-w/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our church likes to incorporate pop culture and all types of media into our services. The theme for this month/this Christmas is "You'll Shoot Your Eye Out!" If you are as big a fan of the movie "A Christmas Story" as I am then you know that phrase. Each Sunday this month our pastor talks about our lusts/desires for things that take us away from our desire to know God, grow in Christ (e.g. material things, the love of money, selfish wants, and yes, the "traditional" definition of lust). One of the numerous great scenes from the movie revolves around a lamp the father won in a contest. The lamp was a plastic leg covered in fishnet stockings and a high heeled black pump shoe. The lampshade had black fringe on it. The thing was the height of an average woman's leg and was so tacky. Our art and prop group did a fabulous job of recreating some of the other icons from that movie including that hideous lamp. (Although secretly I would LOVE to have one of those lamps. That's how much I L.O.V.E. that movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280576732690342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhgj4kzYdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_afvY6oZSQA/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-2555219613173540755?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2555219613173540755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=2555219613173540755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2555219613173540755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2555219613173540755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-shy-gurl.html' title='my shy gurl'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUhfxUgSckI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-VJiQmX7aJE/s72-c/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-7148529396620408511</id><published>2008-12-15T23:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:29:58.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>what a FUN weekend!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in a while. Last week I was CONSUMED with reading &lt;a href="http://ourguatemalanbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tricia&lt;/a&gt;'s, &lt;a href="http://www.helpingmayanfamilies.org/"&gt;Helping Mayan Families&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mayanfamilies.org/"&gt;Mayan Families &lt;/a&gt;blogs/websites I just didn't get to my own. Last week 25 AMAZING women went to Guatemala to provide Christmas parties, gifts, medicine, love, and all around cheer to HUNDREDS of people in The Land of Eternal Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried every day, happy tears, reading about all the work that was done down there in just a week. But so much more is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on this trip next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed I have not shared pictures of my gurlz in a while. So here are a FEW of the things we did this past weekend. I will spread out the events over a few blogs, to make it worth your while to come on back for more! :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and took the gurlz to see Elmo's Green Thumb. Not money I should have spent, but the memories and happy times are worth the extra month of paying it off. Joely is crazy for Elmo, Elaina likes him, but my almost 6 year old is moving on from these simple characters. However, she enjoyed the event as well. They both were dancing in the aisles, but those pics are either so blurry or so dark I didn't want to waste your time with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpZQSQJYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/znSN95d8924/s1600-h/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234601960187266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpZQSQJYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/znSN95d8924/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had good seats on the floor, so the gurlz could see all the action. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234360530388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpLM45xaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nkk0cznn--I/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaina sang at church (for another post). If you know my shy child then you are wondering if that is a true statement. Now, it was with about 20 other children, and she did not volunteer for one of the speaking parts, but I'll take these baby steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El and I also went to a Mother Daughter Tea with area Girl Scouts (she is a Daisy). (this will also be another post) But in between church and the tea, I snapped some photos of them, and then us, in front of our little tree. (I used the timer, so I will blame the camera for the poor quality and NOT the person who pushed the timer button.) :~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpMOTquBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DSyq8CB1W9Q/s1600-h/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234378090952722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpMOTquBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DSyq8CB1W9Q/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE the happy smiles in the above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234384184021202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpMlAXkNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Oqvrf6j_Vko/s320/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Somebody tell me where to get a grant for an eye lift!!!!!! (I'm starting to age.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my gurlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-7148529396620408511?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7148529396620408511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=7148529396620408511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/7148529396620408511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/7148529396620408511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-fun-weekend.html' title='what a FUN weekend!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SUcpZQSQJYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/znSN95d8924/s72-c/elmo+%26+Daisy+tea+2008+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-6198511391651980315</id><published>2008-12-07T22:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:37:18.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling so many emotions</title><content type='html'>Tonight the gurlz and I went to our first Christmas party of the season. We have been members of a group in the Northern Virginia area made up of families who have adopted from Guatemala. This group tries to get together about 3 - 4 times a year. When we do get together it is so much fun to watch the children interact. They laugh, run, share; they have no expectations from the other children except to just play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed that my gurlz are in my life. They came home to a forever family. They are fed, clothed, bathed, sometimes read to when I am not exhausted, and most of all loved. There are over 143 million children around the world who need a forever family too. They need a story read to them, to be tucked into bed at night, and for someone to wipe away their tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only set out to make a family, to adopt a little girl; someone I could have tea parties with, make a blanket fort with under the dining room table. I never knew that adoption would change me like this. I have seen the need, I have read the statistics, my heart has been moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a way to help out &lt;a href="http://www.globalorphanteam.org/"&gt;orphans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that neither of my gurlz came home at 6, 7 , 8 months of age. I missed many of their firsts. But I have them now. I have seen and will see so many other significant firsts. They came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I learned about a family who was adopting their second child from Guatemala, to add to their already large and loving family. However, that child will not be coming home. She was only weeks away from coming home to her forever family but was tragically killed in a home invasion. I just can't imagine their pain, their sorrow. I can tell from their blog that they are a strong Christian family, but I am sure this rocks them to their core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorial fund has been established to help this family out. They still owe a lot from their adoption of Josi. They had just sent their last payment for the adoption last week. This horrible tragedy should never have to happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do something for this sweet family and do not know what to do, here is a wonderful way to honor precious Josi. They have a chip in button on their blog you can donate any amount to in Josi's name. Together we all can show our love to this family in their time of crisis. The chip in button is on their side bar of their blog where you can give your donation. Once you get through to Pay Pal, you can add a comment to your donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://azhderianfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://azhderianfamily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STyQjQZeWZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B64_Jgkp1DE/s1600-h/josi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251798743013778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STyQjQZeWZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B64_Jgkp1DE/s320/josi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my joy.  These are the faces I am lucky enough to see every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STyQiI8jHCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OxJ1-Gblmug/s1600-h/Gfest+%233+2008+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251779562773538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STyQiI8jHCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OxJ1-Gblmug/s320/Gfest+%233+2008+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-6198511391651980315?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6198511391651980315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=6198511391651980315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/6198511391651980315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/6198511391651980315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-so-many-emotions.html' title='feeling so many emotions'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STyQjQZeWZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/B64_Jgkp1DE/s72-c/josi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-4238281192213602309</id><published>2008-12-07T00:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:30:53.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>100 Things</title><content type='html'>I stole this from my cyber friend, Holly, who stole it from someone else. Please feel free to steal it from me. Everything I did is in bold and in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(yes, if singing in a Jazz band counts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii &lt;em&gt;(it is on my list of things to do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis &lt;em&gt;(I don’t do bugs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;em&gt;(it is on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(does a half marathon count?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud &lt;em&gt;(I don’t do mud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades &lt;em&gt;(it's on my list)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem &lt;em&gt;(BIG time on my list!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(is fish considered an animal?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Totally copied a post from someone else's blog to your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-4238281192213602309?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4238281192213602309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=4238281192213602309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4238281192213602309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4238281192213602309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-things.html' title='100 Things'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-4030578438654497537</id><published>2008-12-06T23:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:01:29.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What an honor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STtW0RG72vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mhF93aEAkDE/s1600-h/blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276906844340345586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STtW0RG72vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mhF93aEAkDE/s320/blog_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet cyber friend &lt;a href="http://ourlocolife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt; got one of these awards for her blog, from another sweet friend, and named me at the bottom of her post, which means she is passing it on to me!!! The only requirement is that I have to list my five biggest obsessions (in NO particular order) and then pass it on to another blogland friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an honor for such a novice blogger with a very young blog. Kristi, you've set the bar high, and I hope to be as faithful and as informative a blogger as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi, my name is Terri and I am obsessed with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alabama football&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;2. I love shopping for my Guatemalan Princesas, it is like playing with baby dolls all over again.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am obsessed with helping the &lt;a href="http://www.mayanfamilies.org/"&gt;less fortunate in Guatemala&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could do more.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am obsessed with the Amazing Race. I want to go on that show so badly.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am obsessed with moving back home to Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I tag &lt;a href="http://fourchildrenrus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhonda&lt;/a&gt;, another great cyber friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-4030578438654497537?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4030578438654497537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=4030578438654497537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4030578438654497537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4030578438654497537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-honor.html' title='What an honor!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STtW0RG72vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mhF93aEAkDE/s72-c/blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-5064066532019485583</id><published>2008-12-03T10:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:25:54.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Will find it hard to...</title><content type='html'>concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a little kid at Christmas, I just can't wait. The gurlz and I are driving to Oma's house on Christmas eve (13 hours) and I am sure my foot will be glued to the front grill. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STayT9MAqVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KRIbKB8Y-WA/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275600069423311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STayT9MAqVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KRIbKB8Y-WA/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J is so fascinated with older sister's school bus, I thought she needed one too. (glad she can't surf the net just yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STaxDYdnVmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KVUmzOdJ8Uo/s1600-h/lots+o+barbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275598685175502434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STaxDYdnVmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KVUmzOdJ8Uo/s320/lots+o+barbies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since becoming a mommy, I don't have a wish list anymore. It's all about the gurlz. They both have girlie-girl tendencies (yea!) so there are a lot of wishes for dolls and BARBIES! So it is really as if their gifts are partly for me too. After all, I get to play Barbies and kitchen and shopping and dress up and with baby dolls too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STaujNCqK1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/c3xYXc650uY/s1600-h/desperate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275595933330582354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STaujNCqK1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/c3xYXc650uY/s320/desperate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Desperate Housewives dolls. No, the gurlz are NOT getting these, but aren't they funny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-5064066532019485583?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5064066532019485583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=5064066532019485583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5064066532019485583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5064066532019485583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-find-it-hard-to.html' title='Will find it hard to...'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STayT9MAqVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KRIbKB8Y-WA/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-8176871242854124538</id><published>2008-11-29T10:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:49:30.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crazy life'/><title type='text'>LOST!!</title><content type='html'>***&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EDITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STFc-AiIprI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZ8avHKN9XM/s1600-h/certofcitzenship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274098858992379570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STFc-AiIprI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZ8avHKN9XM/s320/certofcitzenship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *** I found the Cert of Citizenship, whew! I can recreate the SSN from last year's tax return, but it sure would be nice to KNOW where that little card is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the TV show, important documents for my baby gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've lost my child, at least her ORIGINAL certificate of citizenship AND her Social Security Card. You know, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished tearing our place apart yet, there is another corner to tackle, but if they aren't there...If you hear loud sobs and wailing, you'll know that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have readopted her I need to have all the name changes done and order the new certificate of citizenship before they go up on the price again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-8176871242854124538?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8176871242854124538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=8176871242854124538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/8176871242854124538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/8176871242854124538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='LOST!!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/STFc-AiIprI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZ8avHKN9XM/s72-c/certofcitzenship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-1197888618634559686</id><published>2008-11-27T09:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:08:50.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouring out my heart'/><title type='text'>Pausing to give thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SS60pwf2zbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhTMEi2xLP4/s1600-h/thanksgiving+prayer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273350843183582642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SS60pwf2zbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhTMEi2xLP4/s320/thanksgiving+prayer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, lately I've been a little down, a little distant from God, and a little tired of always praying to Him for the same thing (I have been praying for one BIG thing in particular for almost 4 years) only to hear what seems to be silence. But I have to stop in my tracks and look at all I do have. I am among the accounted. I have been to Guatemala and a few other places that are so riddled with poverty and lack. Those scenes of little children, dirty and hungry, selling Chicklets on the streets flashes back in my mind and I feel ashamed at my pettiness and ungratefulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must focus on what I do have, like two magnificent children, a family that loves and encourages me, a place to live (while not home, it is safe and warm), food, a secure job, shoes on our feet, a 10 year old car, and consignment clothes on our back. We are rich. We are blessed. I am thankful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray that all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving day, and that this will lead you into a Christmas season full of blessings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-1197888618634559686?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1197888618634559686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=1197888618634559686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/1197888618634559686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/1197888618634559686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/pausing-to-give-thanks.html' title='Pausing to give thanks'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SS60pwf2zbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhTMEi2xLP4/s72-c/thanksgiving+prayer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-3041498914110936895</id><published>2008-11-19T20:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:03:37.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>a gurl can dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SSTC2K65GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTENnHEycR0/s1600-h/jon_hamm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270551699830413458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SSTC2K65GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTENnHEycR0/s320/jon_hamm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Hamm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People magazine included him on their list of the sexiest men in America, AND Hugh Jackman is yummy. However, Jon with those smokey eyes and that strong angular face. I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. He should have been the front runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the star of AMC's hit show Mad Men. The show is in hiatus and that drives me crazy. I love that show and JON HAMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll stop drooling now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-3041498914110936895?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3041498914110936895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=3041498914110936895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/3041498914110936895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/3041498914110936895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/gurl-can-dream.html' title='a gurl can dream...'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SSTC2K65GJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTENnHEycR0/s72-c/jon_hamm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-2527775733424641143</id><published>2008-11-12T22:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:06:30.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Future career?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s she a Hootchee Mama in training? Lord, I hope not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRulq4l_vbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ggx0PE7qg6c/s1600-h/halloween+2008+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267986345304767922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRulq4l_vbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ggx0PE7qg6c/s320/halloween+2008+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please ignore the mountain of laundry in the background!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Joely loves stickers, or 'dickers.' They are an inexpensive way to entertain her; keeps her quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRulqXhmEuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8smHHxRGr30/s1600-h/halloween+2008+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267986336427938530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRulqXhmEuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8smHHxRGr30/s320/halloween+2008+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I was busy cooking, the gurlz were playing in the next room, giggling and laughing. They came running into the kitchen saying, "Mommy look!" I had to laugh, then grab the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk2ET_kgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7iu5YOPmRK0/s1600-h/halloween+2008+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985437917417986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk2ET_kgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7iu5YOPmRK0/s320/halloween+2008+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No area was untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk2N130BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z1fKwFVgqTk/s1600-h/halloween+2008+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985440475435026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk2N130BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z1fKwFVgqTk/s320/halloween+2008+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk1x5PxoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nAq2gfXo6v8/s1600-h/halloween+2008+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985432973395586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRuk1x5PxoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nAq2gfXo6v8/s320/halloween+2008+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At least she's "modest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-2527775733424641143?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2527775733424641143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=2527775733424641143&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2527775733424641143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2527775733424641143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/future-career.html' title='Future career?'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRulq4l_vbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ggx0PE7qg6c/s72-c/halloween+2008+114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-2763560777042500629</id><published>2008-11-08T21:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:46:21.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Near 'Bout Had a Heart Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRZNUF_e1lI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Rq9NvfjAXJo/s1600-h/2424.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266481821857535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRZNUF_e1lI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Rq9NvfjAXJo/s320/2424.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We almost didn't pull this one off, but we DID beat LS Who!! This means we are headed to the Southeast Conference playoff on December 6 as the Western Division Champs of the SEC. And if we can continue to stay undefeated (Mississippi State and those farmers from the other part of the state), and then Florida on Dec 6...we are headed to the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266482992534308370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRZOYPGkxhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uCW3lc1-2Js/s320/d8nqfhswwqiht1dc4y5p0dmeh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-2763560777042500629?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2763560777042500629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=2763560777042500629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2763560777042500629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2763560777042500629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/near-bout-had-heart-attack.html' title='Near &apos;Bout Had a Heart Attack!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SRZNUF_e1lI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Rq9NvfjAXJo/s72-c/2424.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-2944595130333960983</id><published>2008-11-06T23:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:33:19.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first tag!</title><content type='html'>A fellow Alabamian, adoptive mama, and cyber friend, Kristi, tagged me. This is my first for the blog. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to tell you seven random things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sooooooooo want to go on the reality show "Amazing Race" with my Mama. She wants to go on it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love watching Alabama football, but couldn't tell you much about what is going on in the game. All I know is we are supposed to cross the goal line more times that the other team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Summer is my favorite season. Give me 100 degree weather over any degree under 60 any old day. You can even throw in the humidity. I like my weather to hit me in the face when I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At one time in my life I modeled, and was headed to New York City after high school. I had an interview with a representative at Ford Modeling agency too. But I decided to go on to college instead. Glad I chose college, cuz an edjukashun iz importent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a sap. I cry at weddings in movies, when someone dies in a movie, especially when a dog dies in a movie, and Hallmark commercials.  Since Hallmark is about to enter into their biggest season, I guess I better stock up on tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like books. Oh, not to read, mind you. Just books. They look so good on the shelf. It also makes you look smart to have all those books surrounding you. Maybe one day I'll actually crack some of 'em open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chocolate. That's all I have to say about my favorite food group, snack, and reason to get up in the morning. Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm supposed to tag others, but I don't know who to tag. So feel free to tell me random things about you in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-2944595130333960983?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2944595130333960983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=2944595130333960983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2944595130333960983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2944595130333960983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-tag.html' title='My first tag!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-82711658400116133</id><published>2008-11-06T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:05:40.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Adoption Month!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy this is Happy Adoption Month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, there are so many children around the world who can't come into a family through adoption, for many reasons. But there are numerous ways to get involved in their lives. Here are a few of my favs. Go check 'em out and I hope you'll get involved too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://globalorphanteam.org/"&gt;Global Orphan Team&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayanfamilies.org/"&gt;Mayan Families&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy Adoptive Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-82711658400116133?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/82711658400116133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=82711658400116133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/82711658400116133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/82711658400116133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-adoption-month.html' title='Happy Adoption Month!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-5719375247359369129</id><published>2008-11-03T10:53:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:17:35.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he gurlz have yet to ever ring doorbells on Halloween night. We have always either gone to a mall or to our church for Trunk or Treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our church uses Halloween as an outreach to the community, letting folks know that it is alright to come to church, that you can have fun at church too. Last year over 5000 people came to our Trunk or Treat, I can't wait to hear how many people came this year. Trunk or Treat is how we found our church three years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The back parking lot is turned into a carnival, with moon bounces, small carnival rides, a rock climbing wall, carnival food, and of course, lots of candy handed out from the trunks of cars. Some folks go all out and decorate their cars, even wear outfits that coordinate with their car theme. Some folks just sit in their trunks doling out candy to children. The kids could care less what you or your car look like, just give me some candy!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of candy, did you get your "Mommy tax?" You know, the pieces of candy due YOU since you had to schlep outside in the cold, with or without costume, just so you could contribute to your dentist's vacation house fund? Of course, what you are really doing is "checking for poisonous pieces of candy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264464367605983426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQ8iczPbKMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3L2iRU3M04I/s320/halloween+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264464383505127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQ8idueE2CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9IuCgbiCu8o/s320/halloween+2008+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;So, who taught the gurlz to smile cheezy smiles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461220439385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQ8flnIb52I/AAAAAAAAADk/3HYHu_wIPVo/s320/halloween+2008+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joely's bounce house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461714659227234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQ8gCYPoNmI/AAAAAAAAADs/nwAeZEr87b4/s320/halloween+2008+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elaina's bounce house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-5719375247359369129?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5719375247359369129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=5719375247359369129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5719375247359369129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5719375247359369129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQ8iczPbKMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3L2iRU3M04I/s72-c/halloween+2008+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-4364636505821227920</id><published>2008-10-31T00:42:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:26:55.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>I bow down to the prolific bloggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t has been 10 days since I last posted. Shame on me. How do you super bloggers do it all? I have "written" several blogs in my head these past few days, but I don't know where my brain filed those, so you're gonna get this one. I so meant to blog BEFORE we went on a little trip, but where did the time go. You Super Cyber Friends make blogging look so easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Gurlz and I went out of town last Friday to drive to Alabama, my home state, the motherland, God's country, the place I LONG to be. We went home to have a court date with the Probate Judge of Morgan County to re-adopt my babygurl, and legally change her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While we were in Bama, we drove up to Lynchburg, TN, for the Jack Daniels BBQ, we watched Bama B.E.A.T. Tennessee in SEC football on the TV (we are STILL #2 in the nation, and have a perfect record). We went to a Trunk or Treat event at my parents' church, visited friends and family, had the court hearing (which lasted all of about 7 minutes) and ate way too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fun was had by all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is easier to readopt in Bama than in Virginia, and since that is where we are trying to land and I still have some mail sent there and house some possesions there, it is technically home for us. At any rate, my gurl's gonna have an Alabama birth certificate, and the doctor's office can stop calling her a name I no longer recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178524651140834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQ-49LtuI/AAAAAAAAADE/rg_y54SI0wg/s320/jo%27s+readoption+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Pappaw, my Daddy, who Joely is named for. Feedin' her FAVORITE person goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177630670249170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQK2nh3NI/AAAAAAAAACk/tT39lmbI1yo/s320/jo%27s+readoption+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Halloween, ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177616720325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQKCpm6wI/AAAAAAAAACM/5BzAxeNu3jY/s320/jo%27s+readoption+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178527960197474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQ_FSH6WI/AAAAAAAAADM/YJnaQQz5Wes/s320/jo%27s+readoption+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oma and her bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177620191637650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQKPlO8JI/AAAAAAAAACE/Fbg5EDT6mD8/s320/jo%27s+readoption+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Who dat in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178097480975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQmBn4RVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ik3tJqsdt90/s320/jo%27s+readoption+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Barbie Mariposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178096604985458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQl-XBuHI/AAAAAAAAACs/x71ZQnKGO0s/s320/jo%27s+readoption+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My little angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177622940986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQKZ0urBI/AAAAAAAAACU/GPLPvxATs6I/s320/jo%27s+readoption+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is where you have to stand for this game when you are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263177626819454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQKoRbZUI/AAAAAAAAACc/3WjmKeRH1cY/s320/jo%27s+readoption+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263178102933178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQmV7yRuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sgSt9qTTgWs/s320/jo%27s+readoption+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-4364636505821227920?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4364636505821227920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=4364636505821227920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4364636505821227920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/4364636505821227920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-bow-down-to-prolific-bloggers.html' title='I bow down to the prolific bloggers!'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SQqQ-49LtuI/AAAAAAAAADE/rg_y54SI0wg/s72-c/jo%27s+readoption+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-884492028217134482</id><published>2008-10-21T22:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:53:41.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SP6UMx2RAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaEzKKJcW3o/s1600-h/sleeping+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259804362075603282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SP6UMx2RAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaEzKKJcW3o/s320/sleeping+beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am becoming a Disney movie collector? Aficianado?...Freak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought the 50th Anniversary Platinum Edition 2-Disk set of Sleeping Beauty. Tonight we finished it. (watched it in two sittings as I am &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to hold to a strict bedtime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember it when I was little. But what I loved this time around was watching it through my daughters' eyes. The wonder, the magic, the colors, the drama, the happy ending. They loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on taking them to The Magic Kingdom when the 2 year old is a bit older (and her adoption loan is a bit more paid off). But in the meantime, we have these great movies to watch over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And Pinoccio is coming out in 2009! The 70th Anniverary of that movie. Also, it is about time for a Black Princess from Disney, so The Princess and The Frog is coming out next year too. I should check into Disney stock values...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-884492028217134482?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/884492028217134482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=884492028217134482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/884492028217134482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/884492028217134482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SP6UMx2RAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KaEzKKJcW3o/s72-c/sleeping+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-5081207392179236625</id><published>2008-10-18T23:14:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:06:47.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guatoberfest 2008'/><title type='text'>Our Time at Guatoberfest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e had a fab-o time last weekend at Guatoberfest in Myrtle Beach, SC. Getting to meet so many wonderful families, and see all the beautiful children was the best way to spend a relaxing weekend. Plus spending time with my gurlz on the beach, at the aquarium, and then the 8+ hours each way in the car, was also wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this weekend continues to occur each year. Yes, so we can all catch up with each other, but also because it helps raise money for &lt;a href="http://globalorphanteam.com/"&gt;Global Orphan Team&lt;/a&gt;. Please go check them out, if you have not already. It is a great way to give back to something bigger than ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some pics of my two brown eyed cuties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258706082779592050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqtUgpDdXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sOwJjXESqCI/s320/Gfest+%233+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258706774872714226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqt8y46a_I/AAAAAAAAABE/VSlcWBh_zdg/s320/Gfest+%233+2008+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258708017311764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqvFHVdztI/AAAAAAAAABM/Kr16s2HYSZY/s320/Gfest+%232+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258708934900729042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqv6hnuRNI/AAAAAAAAABU/ECzPndfdEgA/s320/Gfest+%233+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Fall Ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-5081207392179236625?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5081207392179236625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=5081207392179236625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5081207392179236625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5081207392179236625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-time-at-guatoberfest-2008.html' title='Our Time at Guatoberfest 2008'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqtUgpDdXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sOwJjXESqCI/s72-c/Gfest+%233+2008+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-5223258952242251013</id><published>2008-10-16T09:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:34:49.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Curious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom time to time I get asked about my decisions to adopt as a single woman. Why didn't I just have a child of my own? Why did I choose Guatemala? Why did I want to adopt two children? Why did I choose to adopt gurlz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those questions that I wonder if folks are just being nosy. Is their father Hispanic? Do they have a father? Are those your children? Deep down I really want to be snippy and snide, but I usually just politely answer as vaguely, yet truthfully, as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you want answers. No, you want the truth. You can't handle--well, maybe you can handle the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always had adoption in the back of my mind as a way of adding to my family. Then when I was 35 I told myself that if I was not married by the time I was 40 I would adopt. Self fulfilling prophesy: I WAS single as I approached 40 (I might have to post about my dating "experiences" in the future). So I set out to explore adoption. At that point I had only really heard of women adopting from China, but I thought I'd research all the options, just in case. I was a ferocious reader of all things adoption: how to go about it, countries open to single women, costs, attachment issues, language and development, even possible questions I might get about adopting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia just stirred something in me. I was not yet 40, a requirement for Cambodia at the time, but I continued to pursue that avenue. I chose an agency that got glowing remarks and recommendations; had a good reputation. I chose them and they said I could start the paperwork; we could time it so that I could submit the completed (mountain) of paperwork ON my 40th b'day. Things started getting "shakey" in Cambodia, but I thought "things will get ironed out soon, so let's go forward." (insert "Foolish Gurl" here) Right about the time I was about to submit my paperwork, the U.S. SHUT DOWN Cambodian adoptions. Wait a minute! My child was somewhere in Cambodia (I had not yet been referred a child, mind you.), and I had already paid my initial fee to the U.S. gov't to start this crazy process. But noooooooooooo, that program was closed to new applicants. (Funny, a certain Hollywood starlet, who was single at the time, had just narrowly gotten HER child out of Cambodia, her 1st adopted child.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started to fall in love with all things Cambodian. I was beginning to read about the culture, the history and even look for a Cambodian Barbie (Barbie reigns supreme in my world). How could I NOT adopt from Cambodia? I called a friend of mine who had adopted from Guatemala. I lived in Mississippi at the time and he and his wife lived in South Carolina. While we were on the phone, while I was crying almost inconsolably, he emailed me a photo of his daughter. I had seen photos of her before, but that photo made me stop in my tracks. She was beautiful. Right then I decided on Guatemala. I did feel like I was "cheating" on Cambodia, that I was forsaking that country and those children, but Cambodia was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan. Remember I said that I had chosen a reputable agency? Well as things unfolded over the following years, it was discovered that the reputable agency had forged Visas and other documents, thus that contributed to the decision for the U.S. to suspend adoptions in Cambodia. Had it gone through for me, would my adoption have been completely legal and clean? I shudder to think. God was watching over the Stover Gurlz, and we weren't even able to add the Z to the end of Gurl yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose another agency, since the first one only dealt with Cambodia, and EVENTUALLY my Elaina came home to me. I won't go into the whole Hague mess of 2003/04, the shut down of PGN, the false starts in the process, the lack of communication coming from that country AND my agency, because Elaina DID come home. My gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few years and I decided that Elaina did not need to be an only child. I had been an only for 7 1/2 years, NEVER asked for a sibling, didn't want her when she came. However, we are best friends now. I couldn't live without my sister. I wanted Elaina to have a sister. My thinking was that:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elaina inherited an older model mother,&lt;br /&gt;2. it was not guaranteed that I would ever find Mr. Almost Right (still looking) and she would have another parent and possible step-siblings,&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't want her to be "all alone" in this world when I finally left my earth suit.&lt;br /&gt;So she needed a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, boyz are wonderful. I love boyz. Boyz rock! However, I was not born to be the mother to a boy. (I won't go into the dirt, bugs, snakes, frogs, guns, Hot Wheels, Spider Man, dirt, trucks, bugs, mud, dirt thing that seems to accompany boyz.) Joely is very gurly in so many ways, but she is determined to bring some of the dirt, trucks, mud, dirt, Hot Wheels into our realm. Elaina is oh so gurly, my clean child. Joely is making me want to buy stock in Shout and Greased Lightning. But I love it, and her! I have the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted because there are children in this world who need a home. I didn't want to have a bio child on my own when there are so many already living and breathing in need of love and acceptance. If I could win a lottery (which would be impossible since I don't play them) I would adopt again, and yes, maybe a boy this time, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are MY children, not my ADOPTED children. Just plain old my children. Yes, their father's are Hispanic, wish I knew more about them, and their birth mothers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the kid is callin' me Mama, sittin' in my grocery cart, tellin' me about the minute details of kindergarten class today, and beggin' me for cookies/pop corn/Sprite/gummi bears, then the kid is MINE. Don't question it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-5223258952242251013?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5223258952242251013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=5223258952242251013&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5223258952242251013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/5223258952242251013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/10/curious.html' title='Curious?'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300730724317530714.post-2312526685693585071</id><published>2008-10-16T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:31:33.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inaugural post'/><title type='text'>Let's get it started in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o, I've been toying with the idea of blogging for so long now it was time to do it or move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have wanted to do this so that my friends and family could see pictures of my beautiful gurlz and hear about what we've been up to. See, I live in Northern Virginia (a good place to live, but not for us), and my family lives in Northern Alabama. They constantly ask be for pictures of the gurlz (notice they don't ask to see me), so here's the easy way out. I so want to move home to Bama and I'm gonna get to there when God is good and ready to send me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this past weekend, Columbus Day '08, we attended the 2nd Guatoberfest in Myrtle Beach, where I met several other bloggers and cyber friends (I'm on Facebook too!). These women are rock stars to me. I love reading their blogs, and they make blogging look so easy. I have worried about whether I had anything witty or charming to say; if the pics of my gurlz would be mundane or make Annie Liebowitz hang her head in shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, you get what you get when you stop by to visit with The Stover Gurlz, all three have brown eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's see those brown eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257612867091685330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPbLC-2F39I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vSVcSwVhQ48/s320/dc+duck+and+Jo%27s+gotcha+day+112.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257611639648454930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPbJ7iQ0iRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vtrwulIQ_-g/s320/dc+duck+and+Jo%27s+gotcha+day+018.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300730724317530714-2312526685693585071?l=thestovergurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2312526685693585071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300730724317530714&amp;postID=2312526685693585071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2312526685693585071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300730724317530714/posts/default/2312526685693585071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestovergurlz.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-get-it-started-in-here.html' title='Let&apos;s get it started in here'/><author><name>terri s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11787185585236532326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPqzUcZD_KI/AAAAAAAAABg/kP-AcLdTGl0/S220/Jo%27s+2nd+b%27day+150.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50nasaFACyA/SPbLC-2F39I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vSVcSwVhQ48/s72-c/dc+duck+and+Jo%27s+gotcha+day+112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
