<?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-7931232628628695976</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:58:36.439-06:00</updated><category term='skinny diets'/><category term='Me'/><category term='happy times'/><category term='He loves us'/><category term='the village'/><category term='David'/><category term='roddey'/><category term='peggy'/><category term='Waterbabies'/><category term='Sara'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Recovery'/><category term='worms'/><category term='fall'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='core conditioning'/><category term='bachelorette brunch'/><category term='avin'/><category term='power pairs'/><category term='Summer Fun'/><category term='ma&apos;am'/><category term='Nance'/><category term='family'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Cheri'/><category term='kendra'/><category term='Corgy Plop'/><category term='chrissy'/><category term='over heard'/><category term='lay off'/><category term='butterflies'/><category term='Daevin'/><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>428</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2419876138808542300</id><published>2011-06-19T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:06:52.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Gift</title><content type='html'>Saturday marked the beginning of my summer swim session with my nephew and his little buddies.  For the most part scheduling all my lessons outside of my regular job has been a challenge. However,  he and his buddies have had their swim schedule blocked out months in advance and now that it's here I can hardly wait! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so amazing to see the difference that one year makes in the life of a toddler. They did well last year, they had fun, they learned, but they were so itty bitty. This year...man, oh man!! They are 100% ready to go and 100% engaged! I'll try to get some video of them in the next few weeks.  Swimming is gonna get extra super duper fun from here on out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister surprised me with this photo collage. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! (click on the photo for an enlarged view)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-SEpw_f6oU/Tf64tyt_jWI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RjiJcVx4Cvg/s1600/2011-06-18%2BDaevin%2BSwim%2BLesson%2B2%2B-%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-SEpw_f6oU/Tf64tyt_jWI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RjiJcVx4Cvg/s400/2011-06-18%2BDaevin%2BSwim%2BLesson%2B2%2B-%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620132481853263202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he the coolest kid ever!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2419876138808542300?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2419876138808542300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2419876138808542300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2419876138808542300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2419876138808542300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-gift.html' title='Sweet Gift'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-SEpw_f6oU/Tf64tyt_jWI/AAAAAAAAHFg/RjiJcVx4Cvg/s72-c/2011-06-18%2BDaevin%2BSwim%2BLesson%2B2%2B-%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3202763643098563070</id><published>2011-06-02T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:15:16.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family fun</title><content type='html'>This is the kinda naked fun we have when I'm babysitting little dude! If I could get away with walking and dancing around in my undies...I would!! Oh wait! I already do!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kcKaqpSZtZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recently got a new big boy bed. I decided that the huge cardboard box that it came in needed to be put to good use. We initially used it to break dance and do some fancy spins, then I got bored and decided to use him as my outline muse him. He's so cool like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WPZL-_aPKlw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VmzyBnAKuRQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3202763643098563070?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3202763643098563070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3202763643098563070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3202763643098563070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3202763643098563070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-fun.html' title='Family fun'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kcKaqpSZtZw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3907338761639487718</id><published>2011-05-03T00:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:09:40.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a glimpse</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, more often than not the Spirit nudges my heart to spend time with the Father and I fail to listen or bend in obedience.  I can easily drown out the invitation with pretty much anything. It's pretty sad how proficient I am at ignoring His still small voice. At this particular time my most recent obsession is watching &lt;i&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/i&gt;.  ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He calls and I listen there are a few things that normally happen. I'll crawl over to my bed, grab my bible, journal and  pen or I'll crawl on the floor near my closet, roll on my back and wait for Him. A few nights ago I waited and listened for Him.  The photo below is a view of what I see when I'm down there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1kHNOxKHC4/Tb-XTeQXIlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/d66VqlidsAE/s1600/IMG_2429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1kHNOxKHC4/Tb-XTeQXIlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/d66VqlidsAE/s400/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602362822267183698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea why I'm sharing this post with you as this is an incredibly personal space for me, but perhaps my unorthodox way of praying will encourage you to find your 'place' with Him.  It's not so much about where you're physically located, but 'where' your heart is in relation to your showing up to be with Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much you may feel like a failure for not being the most ideal Christian, know that it's never too late to show up. He's always willing to hear from us.  I'm a repeat offender and speak from so much experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3907338761639487718?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3907338761639487718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3907338761639487718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3907338761639487718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3907338761639487718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-glimpse.html' title='Just a glimpse'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1kHNOxKHC4/Tb-XTeQXIlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/d66VqlidsAE/s72-c/IMG_2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7278848035625523169</id><published>2011-04-27T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:21:22.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save our Schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="853" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0U5qWEguGwE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in attending either of these shows let me know. I'll most likely be at both. I've heard a few of the bands on the roster and they're pretty cool. I'm certain you'll enjoy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-7278848035625523169?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7278848035625523169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7278848035625523169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7278848035625523169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7278848035625523169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/save-our-schools.html' title='Save our Schools'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0U5qWEguGwE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7129634087175725218</id><published>2011-04-26T16:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:22:46.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Flour Tortillas - tested</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, I tried the recipe I was tellin' y'all about in my last post  and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa1iJuxQIII/TbdAO_lmhRI/AAAAAAAAHBM/YMLwLpG1m5Q/s1600/IMG_2430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa1iJuxQIII/TbdAO_lmhRI/AAAAAAAAHBM/YMLwLpG1m5Q/s400/IMG_2430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015287989994770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rollin' it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a tip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Much like rollin' out pie crust you gotta make sure that you're rollin' pin &amp;amp; 'area' are lightly dusted with flour. This'll keep the tortillas from sticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, you've rolled them out  (ultra thinly) place them on super hot comal (cast iron griddle). I tried the on my electric griddle and it just wasn't the same. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 seconds on each side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've done it right you'll see some bubbling action within a few seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuIfF6pEDDY/TbdBntY4YXI/AAAAAAAAHBU/TePqTAE5Jpc/s1600/IMG_2440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuIfF6pEDDY/TbdBntY4YXI/AAAAAAAAHBU/TePqTAE5Jpc/s400/IMG_2440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600016812113158514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video to let you know how it officially went down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RPqRtm0ZN_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell I was a bit excited! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ren, it worked! No lard. No Shortening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnpcMXtAS0/TbdC8Qm0ZbI/AAAAAAAAHBc/z8z3Hh_7MjA/s1600/IMG_2432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnpcMXtAS0/TbdC8Qm0ZbI/AAAAAAAAHBc/z8z3Hh_7MjA/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600018264675870130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another quick tip. Do NOT try to roll them out and cook them at the same time! It wont be pretty. I speak from experience! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how this tortilla is lightly burned? There's an actual name for that and it's called "Charlie Brown". When my dad orders his breakfast tacos He'll usually order like this "Dame un taco de barbacoa. Pero lo quiero medio Charlie Brown." LOL! How's that for Spanglish! Any good south Texan server will know that he's asking for a a lightly toasted barbacoa taco. I bet I just learned ya something, huh? :)  My dad is also one of those weirdos who can't stand his flour tortillas chewy and soft. psh! He just don't know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're chompin' at the bit to try this recipe you'll be able to find it here on the &lt;a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-end-to-my-quest-flour-tortillas.html"&gt;HomesickTexan blog&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited!! I'm thinking tortillas #2 is in order! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7129634087175725218?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7129634087175725218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7129634087175725218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7129634087175725218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7129634087175725218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/texas-flour-tortillas-tested.html' title='Texas Flour Tortillas - tested'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa1iJuxQIII/TbdAO_lmhRI/AAAAAAAAHBM/YMLwLpG1m5Q/s72-c/IMG_2430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6316220819867501089</id><published>2011-04-25T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:59:09.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fav!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's the weather or what, but I've been a cookin'/bakin' mess lately! For the last two nights I've attempted to make soft, chewy homemade tortillas and each attempt has SUCKED! They've turned out dense, 'unfoldable', and yucky. They smell like tortillas and sorta look like tortillas, but they ain't no tortilla! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tonights recent failure I decided to do some research and compare other recipes to the one I've been attempting to tweak. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for, but I did know that I wanted to avoid using lard (manteca) at all costs.  In case y'all didn't know...Lard is what usually makes those bad ass tortillas that make you go belly up at a restaurant before your meal ever hits the table. (Just thought you should know. :) haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While perusing the 'net I came across a super-really-cool blog, it's called HomeSickTexan. I don't know about you, but the blog title alone makes me love it! :)  She has this post about Texas Flour tortillas that I'm going to try tomorrow. AND IT DOESN'T require shortening or lard! Keep your fingers crossed! I have a good feeling about this one! I'll let you know how it turns out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6316220819867501089?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6316220819867501089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6316220819867501089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6316220819867501089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6316220819867501089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-fav.html' title='New Fav!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3654907227560477840</id><published>2011-04-24T14:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:19:38.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man!!!</title><content type='html'>There are tears streaming down my face from watching this video! I just love, LOVE children! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my sister shared this video with me, *gets* me and just knows what'll crack me up to pieces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ren I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tdylQeg5B9I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3654907227560477840?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3654907227560477840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3654907227560477840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3654907227560477840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3654907227560477840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-man.html' title='oh man!!!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tdylQeg5B9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1553224777733807738</id><published>2011-04-23T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:33:11.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the perfect night to stay in, cook, bake and relax. There's a Texas sized storm brewin' outside and I didn't need a better excuse to bake up something new and yummy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my first attempt to homemade cinnamon rolls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6Q21OTeDk/TbOJawztN1I/AAAAAAAAHAo/RjfMu09dXJg/s1600/204824_10150159356413301_659238300_6665499_8216169_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6Q21OTeDk/TbOJawztN1I/AAAAAAAAHAo/RjfMu09dXJg/s400/204824_10150159356413301_659238300_6665499_8216169_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598969854623037266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very proud that they came out lookin' so cute!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One can only hope at this point that they'll be tasty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0xgzVJwdbA/TbOJavDnPyI/AAAAAAAAHAg/WPqYb7oRLbQ/s1600/219358_10150159355138301_659238300_6665483_2958746_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D0xgzVJwdbA/TbOJavDnPyI/AAAAAAAAHAg/WPqYb7oRLbQ/s400/219358_10150159355138301_659238300_6665483_2958746_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598969854152884002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Success! They were great indeed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO25RHOEdbY/TbOJanvhg-I/AAAAAAAAHAY/fnAFqVrY3iI/s1600/219605_10150159353723301_659238300_6665469_1179199_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NO25RHOEdbY/TbOJanvhg-I/AAAAAAAAHAY/fnAFqVrY3iI/s400/219605_10150159353723301_659238300_6665469_1179199_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598969852189574114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that cinnamon rolls are consider 'sweets', but (without this being an excuse) I felt that it was more than ok considering that my heart was in the good and right place. I've learned so much about myself these last few months in regards to sugar and men. I'll fill you in soon enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been my mediation for the day. I hope you'll consider this with me as you read.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Psalm 119:11)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1553224777733807738?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1553224777733807738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1553224777733807738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1553224777733807738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1553224777733807738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6Q21OTeDk/TbOJawztN1I/AAAAAAAAHAo/RjfMu09dXJg/s72-c/204824_10150159356413301_659238300_6665499_8216169_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6399464752952163160</id><published>2011-04-22T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:52:06.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat Stampede!!! — Cute Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! I can't stand the cuteness of these pygmy goaties! Old road dog kills me, but I'm certain he's lived a good one. I NEED THESE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com/2011/04/17/goat-stampede/"&gt;Goat Stampede!!! — Cute Overload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IQ6xGMSOu1E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6399464752952163160?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6399464752952163160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6399464752952163160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6399464752952163160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6399464752952163160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/goat-stampede-cute-overload.html' title='Goat Stampede!!! — Cute Overload'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IQ6xGMSOu1E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-485059625545980046</id><published>2011-04-21T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:10:27.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uppercut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O6oAL-_1sU/TbCcuVusX3I/AAAAAAAAHAA/_JB_QuTkwbo/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O6oAL-_1sU/TbCcuVusX3I/AAAAAAAAHAA/_JB_QuTkwbo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598146656742432626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preschool where I teach a few times a week had a an Easter egg hunt today. It's apparent that the competitive spirit starts &lt;i&gt;earrrrrly&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, after the hunting was had a particularly excited little boy comes running toward me with a pretty plastic egg in hand and screaming "Miss Maaaahcy, Miss Maaaahcy, wook at my eggs!" I'm smiling in his direction, but conversing with another teacher when suddenly, in what I can only imagine is his overwhelming sense of excitement, he uppercuts me (plastic egg in hand) right into my girlie business. I can't remember if it was the surprise or the slight pain that caused me to double over so quickly but rather suddenly I was just inches from his chubby 3 year old face. He then looks down at his egg and said "Oh!!....  thank you for opening my egg!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........glad I could help him with that! :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it was best that it was me and not one of the male pastors on staff. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-485059625545980046?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/485059625545980046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=485059625545980046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/485059625545980046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/485059625545980046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/uppercut.html' title='Uppercut'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O6oAL-_1sU/TbCcuVusX3I/AAAAAAAAHAA/_JB_QuTkwbo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6989849404246018850</id><published>2011-04-20T14:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:34.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Swimming</title><content type='html'>It's that time again! My schedule is overwhelmed with families who need and want swim lessons. It's certainly a great problem to have, but not having my own pool complicates scheduling quite a bit. If anyone out there reading had an available pool (mostly in the Denton area) please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2WpxTHdxpw/Ta8z5fMH04I/AAAAAAAAG_4/WQbisH_KaSI/s1600/29877_399728898300_659238300_4340762_536136_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2WpxTHdxpw/Ta8z5fMH04I/AAAAAAAAG_4/WQbisH_KaSI/s400/29877_399728898300_659238300_4340762_536136_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597749924562719618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above is a photo of my Euless swimmers! I can't hardly wait to see how they do this summer. Daevin and his little buddies are going to rock this session! I just know it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betweens lessons at the Nat, previous swimmers and referrals I seriously don't know how I'm going to get all this done! :) i'm excited to see what awaits me in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I recently purchased new swim gear. I can hardly wait to try it on! In an attempt to save my skin I've decided to swim in UV rash guards and UV jackets this summer as well as boy shorts. I've considered wearing swim capris that look like leggings, but I'm not sure how I feel about being nearly fully clothed while swimming. I always love the feel of water against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's the jacket that I just purchased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBISswzis9I/Ta8xADaT2OI/AAAAAAAAG_o/CJAQW3nsZ18/s1600/03209_030_170x199.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBISswzis9I/Ta8xADaT2OI/AAAAAAAAG_o/CJAQW3nsZ18/s400/03209_030_170x199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597746738830235874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually smirked when I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-HLYFDBefU/Ta8xQ_2e_kI/AAAAAAAAG_w/2L-3fwU04nc/s1600/02512_501tg_170x199.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-HLYFDBefU/Ta8xQ_2e_kI/AAAAAAAAG_w/2L-3fwU04nc/s400/02512_501tg_170x199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597747029932441154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get the usefulness, but it's a bit extreme. I'm sure my face would thank me, but the kids wouldn't understand a lick of what I'm trying to say. Complicated to say the least!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm forever harping on safety. The kids that swim with me know the importance of walking on deck or waiting for permission to entire the pool. Once while some of my rambunctious boys were running on deck, I stopped them and said "Hey!! What are you doing?!?! You know better than that! Are you supposed to run on deck??" Each shook his head in understanding. I then proceeded to ask "Why aren't you supposed to run on deck?" In unison they all replied "Because, we could fall, crack our heads open and our guts will fall out!"  I laughed out loud when I realized that they were quoting me verbatim but mostly laughed when I realized that a new set of proud grandparents were there watching their swimmers for the first time.  =) I can only imagine what they must've thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of swimming...I need to suit up and get a mile or so in before my lessons start at 4.  After a yummy Hannah's lunch with my friend Leilani I seriously don't feel like moving right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go, Marcy! Go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6989849404246018850?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6989849404246018850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6989849404246018850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6989849404246018850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6989849404246018850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-swimming.html' title='Summer Swimming'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2WpxTHdxpw/Ta8z5fMH04I/AAAAAAAAG_4/WQbisH_KaSI/s72-c/29877_399728898300_659238300_4340762_536136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8369178973705983870</id><published>2011-04-14T14:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:47:14.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Msg to single men</title><content type='html'>Although, this is a msg to single men from Matt Chadler. I can't help, but see myself in this pattern of destruction. I've played an active role on both sides, but as of late I'm the one he references to "quit that crap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcZBBmwmezk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Click here to view. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8369178973705983870?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8369178973705983870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8369178973705983870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8369178973705983870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8369178973705983870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/msg-to-single-men.html' title='Msg to single men'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8420152265668983535</id><published>2011-04-11T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:50:52.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New American Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This video was brought to my attention and I loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminded me of who I once was....I haven't always loved the fact that I'm bicultural. Somewhere between my freshman and sophomore year in college it dawned on me that God, in his infinite sovereignty chose to make me exactly who I am. He chose every minor detail of the physical body that makes me, Marcy, from the the lone dimple on my left cheek, to the hot mess of curly hair on my head, the love dots (beauty marks/moles whatever you wanna call them) that certain parts of my body all the way down to my piglets. It also blows my mind that He would've chosen such an amazing family to raise us Infante's in. We didn't have much money growing up, but we never-ever-never-never-ever lacked love. I can't imagine life with another sister or brother or even parents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since that realization I like to believe that I'm a different person.  I have learned to love and embrace my bi(+multi)culturalism.  It makes me smile when I think about the fact that I always choke up while singing the Star Spangled Banner, or while reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, or while listening to a good Mariachi group and even while watching a folklorico performance. &lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pQnhuj11zgI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hot messy mixture of a lot of different things, but the one that matters the most to me is who I am as a believer. Being a Christian isn't a part of who I am. It is who I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note! today is glorious! It feels just like California. Sun is shining, wind is blowing and the temps are perfect! It's a dang good day to be a Texan! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8420152265668983535?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8420152265668983535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8420152265668983535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8420152265668983535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8420152265668983535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-american-reality.html' title='The New American Reality'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pQnhuj11zgI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4340801189091269845</id><published>2011-04-09T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:22:13.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new favorite song!</title><content type='html'>Something you may not know about me, when I dig a new song I listen to it endlessly! Like, it'll literally be on repeat for hours maybe even days. It drives my roommate/sister absolutely bananas! I sometimes have to wear headphone in order to prevent her from loathing a once loved song. Creative compromise, I'm ok with it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, this is &lt;b&gt;Francesca Battistelli's - This is The Stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you love it, it's catchy and sweet and totally makes me wanna dance with God.  Do you think He's a good dancer? I wonder if He'd twirl with me. =) precious unimagined thought until now. I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0brW_MV8TZ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In recent news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've royally sucked with fasting. I haven't actually taken a nose dive into eating ice cream or actually going on a date, but I've been flirting with disaster and failure these last two weeks. It's so funny how the Holy Spirit ever so subtly and consistently nudges our hearts in the right direction. My friend, Leilani, who is currently vacationing in Florida, sent me a sweet email wanting to know how I was doing and right as she was ending her email she asks "Hey, how is the fast going?" I couldn't help smile at the sweetness in her question and at the realization that a genuine friend keeps you accountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note.... I was recently spiritually slammed (in a good way) by a genuine friend. this particular 'slammage' made me literally say "oooohhhhhh..man! what a stud!!!" My childhood friend, Josiah, recently posted something on fb that caught my attention and without a second thought I responded. (see below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;ul class="commentList" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16197505 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); margin-top: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; padding-top: 1px; "&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="comment_like_16197505 fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16204365 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); margin-top: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/marcy.infante" tabindex="-1" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/161429_643420036_7000230_q.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u268950_1" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; zoom: 1; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/z5/r/Yz_2RL5XOEG.png); height: 15px; width: 15px; float: right; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; opacity: 0; "&gt;&lt;input title="Remove" type="submit" name="delete[16204365]" id="u268950_1" style="font-weight: normal; cursor: pointer; opacity: 0; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 18px; padding-right: 18px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; padding-top: 1px; "&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/marcy.infante" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=643420036" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Marcy Infante&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Sorry, friend. that's never fun. I've been thinking about you lately. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 2px; "&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 5, 2011 at 4:03pm" date="Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:03:16 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;April 5 at 4:03pm&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_16204365 fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[16204365]" value="16204365" title="Like this comment" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; width: auto; text-align: left; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="default_message" style="display: inline; "&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16206438 ufiItem ufiItem" style="background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(229, 234, 241); margin-top: 2px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=539307455" tabindex="-1" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/157266_539307455_644962_q.jpg" alt="" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; padding-top: 1px; "&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=539307455" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=539307455" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Josiah &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;now now..you still have almost three whole months to go. Stay true to your decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 2px; "&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 5, 2011 at 5:49pm" date="Tue, 05 Apr 2011 15:49:00 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;April 5 at 5:49pm&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_16206438 fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[16206438]" value="16206438" title="Like this comment" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; width: auto; text-align: left; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="default_message" style="display: inline; "&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember him I've always admired his walk with Christ. He and his older brother, Josh, were certainly two of the few guys/people in school that I knew without a doubt that were the 'real deal'! Admirable men to say the least. Anyhow, back to his response....it cut to the quick and was an instant reminder that this quest wasn't over despite my short comings. I can't help but feel so much admiration for a man, friend, fellow believer who keeps it real and lovingly keeps their friends in line. Total hotness factor, regardless of gender! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my friends (family included) that keep me in check, I couldn't do this life without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4340801189091269845?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4340801189091269845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4340801189091269845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4340801189091269845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4340801189091269845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-favorite-song.html' title='A new favorite song!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0brW_MV8TZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3854638873662454311</id><published>2011-04-01T00:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:14:03.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My-ee &amp; Mimi</title><content type='html'>Daevin (the one &amp;amp; only nephew) calls me "My-eee" &amp;amp; calls his Auntie Margarita "Mimi", but on occasion when asked who we are he'll reply "MINE!" =) haha! gotta love it!He's downright delicious!&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We: Build/destroy/fight over mega blocks, cook &amp;amp; rough house together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6TuvV-fRds/TZY_ugTa_9I/AAAAAAAAG98/Nbn-_0xRB1E/s1600/03%2B22%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6TuvV-fRds/TZY_ugTa_9I/AAAAAAAAG98/Nbn-_0xRB1E/s400/03%2B22%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590726055604977618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;They:  Giggle in his tent, talk, sing and color together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITIImysGQKg/TZY_uwiVNKI/AAAAAAAAG-E/S3FV81Wm6p0/s1600/03%2B22%2B2011-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITIImysGQKg/TZY_uwiVNKI/AAAAAAAAG-E/S3FV81Wm6p0/s400/03%2B22%2B2011-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590726059962479778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Evidence of the sweet time he gets to spend with, Mine (Mimi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q31W5xF7FSY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3854638873662454311?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3854638873662454311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3854638873662454311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3854638873662454311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3854638873662454311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-ee-mimi.html' title='My-ee &amp; Mimi'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6TuvV-fRds/TZY_ugTa_9I/AAAAAAAAG98/Nbn-_0xRB1E/s72-c/03%2B22%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5540592015100532175</id><published>2011-03-31T00:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:17:02.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramen Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my absolute favorite things to do on this earth.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CROrOROL6xw/Tb-dmiXc7jI/AAAAAAAAHCg/IiMl9-0ACg8/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CROrOROL6xw/Tb-dmiXc7jI/AAAAAAAAHCg/IiMl9-0ACg8/s400/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602369746857946674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57YKJC3ceho/Tb-da2Wew5I/AAAAAAAAHCY/cuEohg15dG8/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57YKJC3ceho/Tb-da2Wew5I/AAAAAAAAHCY/cuEohg15dG8/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602369546064151442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5CUl-w08Mg/Tb-daQHBbEI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/A7MWdatePNA/s1600/IMG_2231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5CUl-w08Mg/Tb-daQHBbEI/AAAAAAAAHCQ/A7MWdatePNA/s400/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602369535798766658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Share a good meal with great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5540592015100532175?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5540592015100532175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5540592015100532175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5540592015100532175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5540592015100532175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/ramen-republic.html' title='Ramen Republic'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CROrOROL6xw/Tb-dmiXc7jI/AAAAAAAAHCg/IiMl9-0ACg8/s72-c/IMG_2229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-440142266011175730</id><published>2011-03-15T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:54:55.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ...all my single chicas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hoping and praying for the him that will be gifted by HIM just for YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colbie Caillat - I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E0oyglKjbFQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-440142266011175730?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/440142266011175730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=440142266011175730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/440142266011175730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/440142266011175730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedicated-to.html' title='Dedicated to...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E0oyglKjbFQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5901584509088364998</id><published>2011-03-15T16:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:38:39.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Painful</title><content type='html'>My sister send this link to me earlier today. Her subject line read "Wow". She wasn't kidding. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this video will inspire and stir your affections as it has mine.  I've recently had some idols revealed and removed from my life. It hasn't been pretty. It hasn't been comfortable. I have to admit that I haven't been all together gracious in receiving these lessons either. I'm a bit bratty, that's also an understatement of a lifetime. Anyhow, this video has brought it all back into prospective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9dpmp_-TY0?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9dpmp_-TY0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5901584509088364998?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5901584509088364998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5901584509088364998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5901584509088364998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5901584509088364998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-painful.html' title='Sweet &amp; Painful'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5769548991462606440</id><published>2011-03-07T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:58:24.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness!</title><content type='html'>This is how I spent a portion of my saturday night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bRtc2fNiWN4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner I sat him on the couch with his sippie cup, blanket and favorite show while I cleaned up the kitchen. A few moments later I heard "My-eeeee". I stopped and wondered what he was doing until I heard it again "My-eeee!" I then realized HE WAS CALLING ME!!!! My heart nearly melted into a puddle! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While rocking him to sleep that night I was so overwhelmed with God's loving kindness. I started remembering how I instantly fell in love with this child the moment I learned of his existence. Love is such an amazing gift. It wears many hats and shares many faces, but all of it is a gift from Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5769548991462606440?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5769548991462606440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5769548991462606440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5769548991462606440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5769548991462606440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bRtc2fNiWN4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4642662127714046273</id><published>2011-03-01T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:07:37.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>It feels like each time something in my life is handed over it's only a matter of time before I start playing with it again,  make it my own, tighten my grip on it and struggle to (re)release it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* will I EVER learn?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperately crave sugar. I even dream about it... seriously! who dreams about kit kats?!?! who?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A confession is in order...I haven't done as well as I hoped I would do with the man fast.  I haven't gone head first and started dating anyone or anything, but I've certainly tip toped with flirtations and played with more fire than I know should've been permissible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's late and I'm both physically and emotionally tired.  I have 4 months left of on this fast and i'm scared that when July rolls around I'll be the same person, junk still intact and heart still festering with 'ewwwwness'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the wah post.... I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4642662127714046273?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4642662127714046273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4642662127714046273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4642662127714046273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4642662127714046273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/03/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4494247302724379713</id><published>2011-02-25T17:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:11:49.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Glimpses</title><content type='html'>I had this long list of things that I planned on getting done today, but when my brother called early this morning and asked if I could head over to his house and help my sister-in-law with my nephew, my response was nearly reactionary. Yes! Yes! and always Yes! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder if that's ever God's response to us when we call on Him? I mean... I know that at times His response is often "No" or "not now" but I wonder of His initial reaction to us when we incline our hearts toward Him. Does He immediately turn to us in the same fashion that I turn to my nephew when he lifts his little chubby arms toward me? I could have an arms full of 'whatever', but I can't think of an instance that I'd willfully turn from Daevin's request or dance or be held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this life I sometimes experience small glimpses of His love for me and it's sometimes overwhelmingly powerful or so subtle that it takes me a while to 'get it'. But, regardless of how the lesson is learned I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm usually a bit unbelieving that that love is really for me. (Do you ever feel that way?) Anyhow, most of those glimpses often occur when I'm working with children. There's just something about working with children that continually breaks my heart in the sweetest of ways and stirs my affections toward my Creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Enjoy your weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-4494247302724379713?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4494247302724379713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4494247302724379713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4494247302724379713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4494247302724379713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/small-glimpses.html' title='Small Glimpses'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3140762274758224064</id><published>2011-02-21T11:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:46:06.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Sweetness</title><content type='html'>I laughed like a lunatic when I saw this youtube video. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much how it went down in our household! Little sisters are typically so sweet and affectionate, while big sisters are....ahem, you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the way she continues to sing nonchalantly as she smothers her baby sister but how her voice trails off once she's been caught! awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v5G_wPpm0NA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3140762274758224064?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3140762274758224064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3140762274758224064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3140762274758224064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3140762274758224064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/sister-sweetness.html' title='Sister Sweetness'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v5G_wPpm0NA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2288232807603483195</id><published>2011-02-15T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:57:45.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin dulce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official and time to post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.....went....the....entire Valentine 'holiday' without giving into sweet temptation!!!! I'm telling you it was EVERYWHERE I went! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo made me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know her rage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not certain if she's fighting the urge or perhaps the holiday, but either way....get'em girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h4o7xoj27s/TVrzWAWy1qI/AAAAAAAAG44/UEut5aeWdos/s1600/alg_anti_valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h4o7xoj27s/TVrzWAWy1qI/AAAAAAAAG44/UEut5aeWdos/s400/alg_anti_valentines_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My favorite kinda sugar: This morning while at work this little boy name Rush saw me from afar and screams "Misssss Marcy!!!!!!! Happy Valen&lt;i&gt;times&lt;/i&gt; day!!!" as he begins to jump up and down in complete excitement. I love that little guy. He's so precious and affectionate. A boy's boy through and through, but sweet too. He's forever sneaking little hugs and kisses from me when I'm on the floor playing with the kids and he's super gentle with the little girls in our classes. When I or one of the other teachers is holding one of the smaller children, he'll generally walk over, pat them on the head and start doing this mock baby talk thing. It's quite funny considering that he's only two and a half himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note...I'm quite taken with his name. It's not his first name, but his middle, and I dig it. I may consider naming one of my boys, Rush. :) delicious thought!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this flowchart amusing. Only a nerd.... kudos to the author. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3dgXHQ8DKE/TVrzWQiVliI/AAAAAAAAG5A/Y423sw2qyVw/s1600/geek-dating-flowchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x3dgXHQ8DKE/TVrzWQiVliI/AAAAAAAAG5A/Y423sw2qyVw/s400/geek-dating-flowchart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2288232807603483195?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2288232807603483195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2288232807603483195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2288232807603483195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2288232807603483195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/sin-dulce.html' title='Sin dulce'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9h4o7xoj27s/TVrzWAWy1qI/AAAAAAAAG44/UEut5aeWdos/s72-c/alg_anti_valentines_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-714048665468258785</id><published>2011-02-14T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:49:26.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daevin Washing Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cCTtnQX2iq0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how we hang! He's so chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to get a video of us cooking together, it's pretty adorable. The last time we cooked together we made quinoa salad. This little 'mixed breed' loves him some frijole negro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quick funny: anytime I'm eating he insists in crawling onto my lap to 'assess the situation'.  In this particular instance we were having Taco Bueno and he wanted a taste. We gave him a few nibbles here and there, but being the Tia that I am I decided to see how he'd react to salsa. hahaha!!! Apparently the TB salsa was a bit spicy for his taste! LOL I wish y'all could've seen it! When the taste settled on his tongue he immediately made this strange, yet surprised, cry and put his fingers in his mouth as if trying to remove whatever was biting him on his tongue.  (still laughing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make it up to him by teaching him how to drive a stick shift. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-714048665468258785?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/714048665468258785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=714048665468258785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/714048665468258785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/714048665468258785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/daevin-washing-dishes.html' title='Daevin Washing Dishes'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cCTtnQX2iq0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1041171781978422753</id><published>2011-02-14T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:41:26.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day 2011!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0zcKOTpDmo/TVmBk8MDUHI/AAAAAAAAG4k/A-T7uCLUgBo/s1600/Desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0zcKOTpDmo/TVmBk8MDUHI/AAAAAAAAG4k/A-T7uCLUgBo/s400/Desktop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So pretty &amp;amp; Valentine(ish). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last night while working on recovery homework we poured over&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+12&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt; Romans 12:9-21&lt;/a&gt;. This morning while eating breakfast and reading through the Girl Friends in God devo we covered the same bit of text. Interesting and certainly not coincidental. Time to pay closer attention, I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;Here's a brief summary for your beautiful eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Paul gives us some good advice on how to love one another in Romans 12:9-18.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul type="square" style="margin-top: 0in; "&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Love must be sincere.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Cling to what is good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Be devoted to one another.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Honor one another above yourself.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Never be lacking in zeal.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Be joyful in hope.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Be patient in affliction.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Be faithful in prayer.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Share with God's people who are in need.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Practice hospitality.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Bless those who persecute you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Rejoice with those who rejoice.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Mourn with those who mourn.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Live in harmony with one another. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Do not be proud.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Do not be conceited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Do not repay anyone evil for evil.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;If it is possible, a far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;This is totally not Valentine related, but it will show you a bit of my heart. I can't help that stuff like this cracks me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="853" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o3GHYPUiNwg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! "You are boring me to death and I'm already dead. You're boring me BACK to death!" i love that line! (Sara, I totally can hear you laughing!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one also cracks me up!!! I tried relaying this story to the guys I used to work with, but I was in such hysterics that I couldn't get it out. Thankfully laughter is contagious and the guys were patient! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b2tm3BkNWEo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1041171781978422753?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1041171781978422753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1041171781978422753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1041171781978422753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1041171781978422753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-2011.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day 2011!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0zcKOTpDmo/TVmBk8MDUHI/AAAAAAAAG4k/A-T7uCLUgBo/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7439278366672413418</id><published>2011-02-08T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:40:32.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How was it?</title><content type='html'>Another snow and ice storm is headed our way and my sister/roommate is headed to the grocery store to stock up before tomorrow night. While preparing the grocery list I remembered that during the last ice storm she had a crazy cravin' for ice cream, so I turned and said "Hey, do you want ice cream?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the conversation went down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mita pauses for a second...."Nah. I had some today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what possessed me, but I asked "Aww. How was it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without hesitation and in total seriousness she replies. "It was 3 oz. Chocolaty. Creamy.....And nice. THAT's IT!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just busted out laughing! I wish we had cameras on us! I'm sure we'd be millionaires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posted below. One of my favorite flavors! mmmmmmmmmm!!! In the words of my infamous bestie, Sara "check back in July, Marce!" =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TVHR878ZX3I/AAAAAAAAG4I/6tdY4m3ZNBA/s1600/MintChocolateChip_box_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TVHR878ZX3I/AAAAAAAAG4I/6tdY4m3ZNBA/s400/MintChocolateChip_box_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571465058847383410" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7931232628628695976-7439278366672413418?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7439278366672413418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7439278366672413418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7439278366672413418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7439278366672413418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-was-it.html' title='How was it?'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TVHR878ZX3I/AAAAAAAAG4I/6tdY4m3ZNBA/s72-c/MintChocolateChip_box_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8425199051876744122</id><published>2011-02-08T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:27:19.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fighting the good fight and very proud of myself! I feel rather prideful for even saying that considering that it hasn't even been my strength that has been able to resist temptation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When this fast started my friend, Dane, suggested that I change all my 'tempting' phone contacts to 'Death'. The idea behind changing their names to Death1, 2, 3, 4 etc...was that I'd be reminded that sin leads to DEATH each time one of them would contact me. :) I know it sounds funny, but it worked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I received a text from Death 2 that read "Hey stranger. How are you? Think of you often. Hope you're doing well." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me a second to process and when I realized who it was I was incredibly thankful he was marked as death 2, because had he not been I would've been inclined to immediately respond. It's a total shame how weak I am in this area of my life, but thankfully He's teaching me some much needed discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a few restless nights here lately. Temptation really seems to hit the moment the lights are turned out and I'm tucked snugly in bed. My mind instantly begins to wander. I begin to fantasize, and it's not all together erotic either (although that can be the case sometimes), but mostly the types of fantasies that include all the girlie hopes and desires for personal restoration that leads to the perfect guy and the perfect marriage with all the perfect babies a girl can desire....  Those types of fantasies can easily become idols and have been for most of my life. I love mentally planning the perfect life, despite the fact that I know that nothing about this life is ever perfect. Fighting the urge to daydream while trying to fall asleep has proven to be the most difficult habit to break as this has been a nightly ritual since I was about 12 or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few friends and I are currently doing the Girlfriends in God devotional together. This was sent yesterday, but I hadn't read it until today. I thought it was perfectly timed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't Scratch That Itch"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Smith&lt;br /&gt;Today's Truth&lt;br /&gt;"When tempted, no one should say, 'God is tempting me.' For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each one is tempted when, by his own evil desire, he is dragged away and enticed" (James 1:13-14, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend To Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once woke up with a spider bite that was the size of a quarter. It may as well have been the size of North Carolina for as much as it itched! I was half-tempted to scratch off my arm. That nasty bite was just begging to be scratched. However, I have learned a thing or two in my thirty-something years, and one thing I know for sure: it is best not to scratch this type of itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be like opening a bag of chips with the naive intention of eating only one (yeah, right!) I knew that if I started scratching my bug bite, it would be nearly impossible to stop. I would regret having ever started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super-itchy bug bites are a lot like temptations. Temptations are itchy! The call on us with urgent voices that scream, "Scratch me!  Scratch me!" Yet, in all reality, a little scratch will not satisfy temptation's itch at all ... it will just make matters worse. When we scratch the itch of temptation, the itch does not diminish. To the contrary, it increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible teaches us that when we resist temptation, our faith is then mobilized and the muscles of our character are strengthened. Let's look at what that looked like for a guy named Joseph. (For the full account, pause here and read Genesis 39.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph was a man of integrity who did right in the eyes of the Lord, but he definitely faced some temptation! He was seduced by temptation in the form of his master's wife, Mrs. Potiphar. You see, Mrs. Potiphar wanted her husband's right-hand man to sleep with her, and she pursued him with aggression. Hers was a hand-delivered invitation for Joseph to sin that had itchy written all over it. But he flat-out refused. His heart was determined to honor God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My master has withheld nothing from me except you, because you are his wife.  How then could I do such a wicked thing and sin against God?" Though she spoke to Joseph day after day, he refused to go to bed with her or even be with her (Genesis 39:9-10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation chased Joseph relentlessly. Oh, how he must have longed for the itching to stop! To give in would be sinful. To give in was simply not an option for this young man of character. So on the day that Potiphar's wife caught him by the cloak and begged again for Joseph to sleep with her, Joseph ran out of the house. He ran from that tempting situation as fast as his legs would carry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was honored in Joseph's response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran from temptation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would be wise to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to run from today? Have you determined in your heart to honor God in everything? Temptation comes in all shapes and sizes. It might be calling your name from your pantry - or from your computer - or from a bottle - or from another cubicle in your office. What temptations do you face today? Name them and run the other way! Don't scratch that itch! Determine in your heart that you will choose the path that brings honor to God, and call on Him for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that dealing with temptation is not easy. When that nasty spider bit my arm, I struggled not to scratch the bite. I had to re-direct my thinking to persevere through the temptation. When we come face to face with temptations, God's strength is always available to us. We need God's strength. Ours will fail us. Friend, when we resist temptation, we get to experience the peace and protection of God, our faith is mobilized and the muscles of our character are strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's Pray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I need You so much. I constantly find myself being dragged away and enticed by temptation. Please give me strength to run the other way, and give me the wisdom to run to Your arms. I really want to be a woman of godly character. Help me be that woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now It's Your Turn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate the following questions:  What have you been dragged away and enticed by in the past?  How did you respond?  How have you grown from those experiences? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though our sovereign God allows trials to enter our lives, He does not ever tempt us.  (James 1) Tuck that truth in your heart today, and the next time you experience a temptation - great or small - recognize that the enemy is behind the allure.  Then tell him to get behind you and pray that Jesus will re-direct your thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8425199051876744122?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8425199051876744122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8425199051876744122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8425199051876744122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8425199051876744122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/itchy-mess.html' title='Itchy Mess!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7525357769939260979</id><published>2011-02-05T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:49:44.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cuteness overload!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three of my favorite things all in one perfect youtube video: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and The Way I am by Ingrid Michaelson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a perfectly content super chica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sun is shining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the snow is melting!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great lunch with my sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has been so sweet during my quiet time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a bit hyper and excited if you haven't noticed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;enjoy!!!!!!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/09hLxQE5Zuo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7525357769939260979?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7525357769939260979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7525357769939260979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7525357769939260979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7525357769939260979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/cuteness-overload.html' title='cuteness overload!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/09hLxQE5Zuo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8853558764425953609</id><published>2011-02-04T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:34:30.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Ice and more Snow</title><content type='html'>I got home Monday night after teaching and wanted nothing more than to change out of my wet suit, take a hot shower, wash my chlorine saturated skin, and settle in for the night. However, there was this constant nagging with me to get to the grocery store. Heading back out in the cold was the last thing I wanted to do, but after a few hours of fighting 'the nudge' I headed out at 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at Kroger it appeared that I wasn't the only one making a late night run to stock up on groceries. I'm glad I listened to that still small voice because had I decided to follow my flesh we would've been without groceries for a number days here in Casa Infante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks day 4. Cabin fever hit pretty hard yesterday. I found this photo on facebook and thought i'd share with y'all. It's a pretty realistic depiction of how I was feeling....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUxu2hK83jI/AAAAAAAAG3s/dtFn-oVkjqo/s1600/33792_922715379095_27406981_47917340_4464213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUxu2hK83jI/AAAAAAAAG3s/dtFn-oVkjqo/s400/33792_922715379095_27406981_47917340_4464213_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569948722046754354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up refreshed today. Granted, I stayed in bed for HOURS not wanting to face another day inside, but I think God has finally gotten my attention....so very sad that it's taken so many days. I've felt His call to sit and be still with Him, but I've been lazy and distracted with absolutely nothing. I've decided to spend a good part of the rest of this day with Him. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look forward to an upcoming post regarding a 'moment' I had at Kroger....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8853558764425953609?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8853558764425953609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8853558764425953609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8853558764425953609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8853558764425953609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-ice-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, Ice and more Snow'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUxu2hK83jI/AAAAAAAAG3s/dtFn-oVkjqo/s72-c/33792_922715379095_27406981_47917340_4464213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5557315088456743086</id><published>2011-01-31T08:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:55:20.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Nuggets</title><content type='html'>A few weeks, maybe months ago, I posted two stickies to my wall in order to remember a few nuggets of truth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what was posted (taken from the UBC Daily Word):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make us more like Christ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God uses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Difficult circumstances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's word provides the truth we need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God's people provide the support we need to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Difficult circumstances provide the environment we need to show Christ-likeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5557315088456743086?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5557315088456743086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5557315088456743086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5557315088456743086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5557315088456743086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-nuggets.html' title='Little Nuggets'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1941068560128451480</id><published>2011-01-30T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:00:50.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezmin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;For as long as I can remember my family has always thought it incredibly funny to tickle me. I'm sure it started with my dad. He's infamous for diggin' his fingers into my neck and causing me to go into a squirming fit. It's not my favorite tradition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUYz8a_DLvI/AAAAAAAAG24/zgmZWPHmxqk/s1600/167306_1732073672646_1562668020_1715901_75774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUYz8a_DLvI/AAAAAAAAG24/zgmZWPHmxqk/s400/167306_1732073672646_1562668020_1715901_75774_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photo above is my cousin, Dezmin, in a sly attempt to tickle me. He's always been particularly drawn to me and has been incredibly sweet and affectionate, but in spite of all his sweetness this little sucker is also the little brother I'm thankful I never had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezmin and a few members of the new generation have picked up on the tickle Marcy tradition.  During one of his tickle attempts we jokingly wrestled around for a bit until I pushed him to the ground. He hit the ground a bit harder than expected, but what made us laugh was my instant reaction to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was sprawled on the floor looking up at me in complete surprise as I said "Look what you did! You made me push you....now apologize!!"&lt;br /&gt;With total shock and amazement at what I had just said, he laughingly replied with  "Whhhhaaaat?!?!? You did it!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! life is so good as an Infante!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1941068560128451480?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1941068560128451480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1941068560128451480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1941068560128451480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1941068560128451480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/dezmin.html' title='Dezmin'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUYz8a_DLvI/AAAAAAAAG24/zgmZWPHmxqk/s72-c/167306_1732073672646_1562668020_1715901_75774_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3300389889769265824</id><published>2011-01-28T17:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:05:28.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Denton Day</title><content type='html'>Low 7o's  in Denton. The sun is shining and the 'winder' is blowin' just perfectly! Today is delicious! Hung around the house for a little today and decided that there was nothing that couldn't wait until later to finish. Changed, grabbed my keys and yelled for the boys, and we were headed to the dog park! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys (Roddey &amp;amp; Parker) were pretty chill today. I generally have to keep my eye on Roddey as he's infamously sneaky! He somehow learned how to open adjoining gates and escape to greener pastures, but today he was chill. He sniffed, played and mostly seemed content to bask in the sunshine. Parker was just as chill, but then again he's always been chill and rarely gets in trouble, much like his momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While enjoying the world I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Parker Poo Poo and his new beagle friend simultaneously stopped playing, faced the sunshine, closed their eyes and sniffed the air for a few seconds. When the sniffing ended this sweet breeze blew by....I couldn't help but wonder what it was they smelled or how they new it was coming or what was it in the air...they made it look so tempting. I couldn't help but think of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but He was very near in that moment.  Do you think animals are aware of his presence? Rocks will sing His praises if we don't, so why not animals? :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUNY_NdcTlI/AAAAAAAAG2c/zEa8ZkhF_i8/s1600/02%2B21%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUNY_NdcTlI/AAAAAAAAG2c/zEa8ZkhF_i8/s400/02%2B21%2B2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567391407328218706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;Other things that made this day great:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;My brother called and taught me about Pirate English on Facebook! This may be old news, but it's new news to me and I love reading things like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cap'n &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/marcy.infante" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=643420036" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Marcy Infante&lt;/a&gt;  or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cap'n&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Sara Lowry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/marcy.infante?sk=friends&amp;amp;v=friends" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Me Hearties (439)&lt;/a&gt; (apparently friends are now called hearties. I love it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment" style="margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;i class="mrs fbProfileBylineIcon img sp_bavazw sx_870919" style="margin-right: 5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/zj/r/t7oiY1usnIO.png); display: inline-block; height: 13px; width: 11px; margin-bottom: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; background-position: 0px -196px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Gained knowledge doin' Health Studies at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Texas-Womans-University/112138338797939" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=112138338797939" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Texas Woman's University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment" style="margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;i class="mrs fbProfileBylineIcon img sp_bavazw sx_ee664b" style="margin-right: 5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/zj/r/t7oiY1usnIO.png); display: inline-block; height: 13px; width: 9px; margin-bottom: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; background-position: -17px -59px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Been sailin' since Octobarrr 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment" style="margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;When I said I liked an art project my friend Cassie created I got this in return &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Yar scurvey self be aprreciat'in this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When my status was liked I read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000389464541" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;PacoandTami &lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001194074317" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1730476963" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Khela Huntsinger&lt;/a&gt; an' &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=190281581001085" rel="dialog" ajaxify="/ajax/browser/dialog/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=190281581001085" title="See people who like this item" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;4 other mateys&lt;/a&gt; be likin' this ere' scroll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/margene.jennings" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Margene&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000674688242" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; an' &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=174430205933704" rel="dialog" ajaxify="/ajax/browser/dialog/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=174430205933704" title="See people who like this item" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;2 other mateys&lt;/a&gt; be takin' a fancy t' this 'ere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;I'm so easily amused! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;I had wheat pancakes for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;My hair is messy, but it looks sorta nice. I'll take it!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;My sister came in and we had a good catch up conversation. I've missed these. She's been a bit stressed since school started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;While talking to her I said "I have a confession." She immediately assumed the worst and started asking a million questions. When I shared my confession she and I were both surprised to see how much my heart has changed. There was a time when  a "confession" was most likely linked to sexual sin, this wasn't the case today. I hadn't realized how much He's changed my heart.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;Another funny moment occurred during our conversation when I noticed her lovingly closing her eyes, shaking her head from side to side while pursing her lips together. I stopped talking and asked what she was doing. She replied "I was mentally hugging you for being such a good girl." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;My super chica Uyen came over after dinner to take my sister out on a frozen yogurt date, and I'm assuming Yogurt Fusion, they're fav hangout. When she came to greet me in my bedroom she noticed my desk and laughed. I had an odd assortment scattered across my desk like a Clorox spray bottle, Windex, a plate (from my lunch panckes), a starbucks mug, a decanter, floss, and make up.  :) I'd offer to take and post a picture, but that's just embarrassing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;I'm off to have breakfast for dinner with some friends in Irving tonight! See ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h5 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content" style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer; vertical-align: top; display: table-cell; width: 10000px; padding-top: 1px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;label class="uiLinkButton async_throbber UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content" style="text-align: center; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); vertical-align: top; display: table-cell; width: 10000px; padding-top: 1px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3300389889769265824?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3300389889769265824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3300389889769265824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3300389889769265824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3300389889769265824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/delicious-denton-day.html' title='Delicious Denton Day'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TUNY_NdcTlI/AAAAAAAAG2c/zEa8ZkhF_i8/s72-c/02%2B21%2B2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5963991082597029472</id><published>2011-01-24T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:54:04.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TT28TwmgWQI/AAAAAAAAG1g/uxgo8ud7u8g/s1600/01%2B01%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TT28TwmgWQI/AAAAAAAAG1g/uxgo8ud7u8g/s400/01%2B01%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get regular emails from swimoutlet.com and today I was stoked to see these new shirts!!! Pretty dang clever if you ask me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TT28UZOaaOI/AAAAAAAAG1o/8bGJpVup_e0/s1600/01%2B01%2B20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TT28UZOaaOI/AAAAAAAAG1o/8bGJpVup_e0/s400/01%2B01%2B20111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;click on each photo for an enlarged view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5963991082597029472?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5963991082597029472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5963991082597029472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5963991082597029472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5963991082597029472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/swim-shirts.html' title='Swim Shirts'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TT28TwmgWQI/AAAAAAAAG1g/uxgo8ud7u8g/s72-c/01%2B01%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1171908462411302741</id><published>2011-01-24T10:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:11:36.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Catch Up</title><content type='html'>I'm about to start week 3 of steps. Week one was a breeze. The going deeper section of week 2 semi got on my nerves. I had a difficult time answering some of the questions. I know the 'right' answer, but I didn't know if I really believed the answers. Does that make sense? Anyhow, I wrestled a bit and semi gave up trying, but in the end some questions (and the lack of answers) continue to haunt me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sugar Fast:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar. I've done so incredibly well in this area it's kinda scary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago some friends (Sara, Renatta &amp;amp; Mita) and I  went out for a Wal-Mart run. Sara had a hankerin' for ice cream and Mita needed school supplies for her upcoming semester at TWU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (yay!! i'm still so very proud of you O' sister of mine!) I'm not typically inclined to join the gaggle of girls (or even guys) for mass shopping, but they left me with no option. I went along and it wasn't that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally made it to the ice cream section. Sara is perusing the isle looking for the perfect sweet treat, when I noticed to my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.heladosmexico.com/paletas_multi-packs.htm"&gt;Mexican ice cream&lt;/a&gt;!  I pressed my face to this glass in amazement and think "Why in the world would this primarily 'white' Wal-Mart carry those and in some many FLAVORS?!?!?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember for certain what I said, maybe I just groaned, like I said...I can't remember.  When I suddenly hear Sara say "Awww....(that was a not so sympathetic awww by the way) you can check back in July." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*insert mental explicative here*  I, as well as the other ladies,  couldn't help but laugh..... That's how accountability works with us. Thanks, y'all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better believe that between now and June 30th  I won't be found anywhere near the Swisher Wal-Mart! As I've matured I've learned that in order for me to beat temptation I need to be far removed from those triggers! I'll be shopping in Denton from here on out! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Man Fast:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This portion of my fast has proven to be much more of a challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met an exceptional man before this fast started and for the first time in my history with men I obeyed God, put the friendship on hold, and entered this season of non-distraction with the Lord. Although, I haven't been actively engaged with this particular man, he continues to consume my thought life.... On a number of mornings after non stop nightly fantasizing session about him I've awoken and begged God for freedom from him and these endless thoughts. It has been obvious that despite the fact that we're not communicating he's still such a huge distraction! It's tiresome and I long for something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This verse comes to mind: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for my people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the fountain of living waters, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and hewed out cisterns for themselves,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;broken cisterns that can hold no water. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 2:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As previously posted, men continue to come out of the wood works. I haven't had any issue withstanding these tests, but there have been certain times that I find myself lonely or bored and I long for that attention.  I can't wait for this part of me to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current indulgence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wyVx_RRImuA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1171908462411302741?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1171908462411302741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1171908462411302741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1171908462411302741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1171908462411302741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/fast-catch-up.html' title='Fast Catch Up'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wyVx_RRImuA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-924751676684984648</id><published>2011-01-14T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:32:31.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IndoctriNation</title><content type='html'>Looking forward to seeing this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13912103?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=969696" width="580" height="329" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-924751676684984648?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/924751676684984648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=924751676684984648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/924751676684984648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/924751676684984648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/indoctrination.html' title='IndoctriNation'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7135555979751041783</id><published>2011-01-13T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:26:35.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons and Laughter</title><content type='html'>On Monday and Wednesday nights I teach a few swim lessons for a mixed group of swimmers at the natatorium.  I rarely consider teaching aquatics a chore or even work for that matter because I love it so dang much. It's easy to say that I'd do this for free for the rest of life if I was able. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday night I found myself teaching a preschool class for two sisters, Audrey &amp;amp; Caroline. Both girls are sweet and well behaved, but fearful as they haven't learned to trust me. We're working on going underwater and streamlining. Caroline goes first. She completes the exercise and when she comes up from the dip I hand her a pink toy whale. She's delighted and her enthusiasm excites her older sister, Audrey.  Both girls do well for their first dip and both are rewarded with toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next dip is upon Caroline so I extend my hand and ask for the toy whale. She hesitates and nearly refuses to relinquish her toy whale.  Caroline has no idea that after this next dip I plan on rewarding her with a much larger and more elaborate toy whale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that I saw it....I nearly teared up just realizing what He was showing me. How often do we hold onto tiny toy whales without understanding that He's asking for them because we need free hands for the upcoming task, and because He has something so much bigger and better for us if only we obey and trust Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only you could've seen her face when I gave her the new whale! It was precious, totally precious!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictured below are some of my favorite swimmers, Avery &amp;amp; Grant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You haven't seen cute until you've had a chance to hang out with these little studs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TS_SNyyC9LI/AAAAAAAAG0E/vhzGC2lrXEU/s1600/37484_1515690415303_1325746318_1361249_574885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TS_SNyyC9LI/AAAAAAAAG0E/vhzGC2lrXEU/s400/37484_1515690415303_1325746318_1361249_574885_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561895199237665970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their mom, Patti, a sweet friend and incredible example. I love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TS_SNnD6pnI/AAAAAAAAGz8/22VDURtps_Q/s1600/34965_1515690935316_1325746318_1361253_7855734_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TS_SNnD6pnI/AAAAAAAAGz8/22VDURtps_Q/s400/34965_1515690935316_1325746318_1361253_7855734_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561895196091393650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago I noticed that the lap lane pool was available. It's normally crawling with Denton ISD swimmers, but seeing as it was during Christmas break the swimmers were gone and it was our turn to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last few weeks A &amp;amp; G have been killin' it in the smaller heated pool. I decided it was high time to introduce them to the big pool! I was so excited, until I started to get in the water. Lemme just tell you that it was uncomfortably cold! I took my first step in and thought 'wow. that's really cold'. I took another step, water now up to my thighs, and it felt like someone was suckin' the air out of lungs.  I knew what I had to do.  I had to just get it over with and fully submerge myself, but the thought of putting 'the girls' under was more than I could stand at the moment. I waited another few seconds. I couldn't do it! It was freezing! I looked up and noticed the guard on deck trying his hardest not to laugh at me. I gave him the stink eye, but it only made the laughter erupt, it was then I decided to just do it and get it over with! I did, it was awful, completely awful! and it took 600 meters to warm me up enough to tolerate the cooler temperature. (Lap pools are often heated in the winter, but not overly heated as the warmer temperatures coupled with a hard workout often gives long distance swimmers massive headaches. Imagine running on a treadmill in the middle of summer in a non air conditioned room, it's something like that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Patti arrives with the kids and sees me in the lap lane she's equally excited! Patti's a swimmer as well and understands that having the kids in the bigger pool, swimming measured meters, will help give us a better gauge for their progress and endurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are excited and start stripping off their clothing. I call Patti over and explain to her that the water is unreasonably cold, and that if she's game I planned on having the kids just jump right in rather than walk in through the stairs. She agrees with the plan and stands back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery walks to the edge of the pool and is getting ready to sit down. I dont want her feet to touch the water as I knew that if she felt how cold it was she wouldn't want to get in. I then tell her she's going to jump in, but that she has to hold my hand. She's a bit confused because she hasn't had to hold my hand while jumping in for some time now. But, she's a sweet girl and follows directions well and holds my hand. I don't even have to tell you how this goes down. I'm actually laughing as I write this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Avery. She jumps in on my command and I promise, you have never seen a child come up out of the water with such velocity!! She immediately reaches for me with her free hand and begins to crawl up my body and over my shoulders so fast to get out of the water! All she could say was "it's cold! it's cold! I wanna get out! I wanna get out!" as she's scrambling to get on deck. Patti and I are in hysterics. I couldn't control myself! It was so awful to laugh that hard, and yet so great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hysteria was only heightened when Grant, who was somehow oblivious to his sister's reaction to the frigid water just moments earlier, had the same reaction when he it was his turn! I just remember his huge blue eyes and his massive gasp for air as he hit the surface reaching to me for protection. For a moment it seemed as if he searched my face to see if was crazy. Maybe just a little. Patti is still laughing, but is now wagging her finger at me and saying "You're a mean Miss Marcy! Totally Mean Miss Marcy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man!!! I'm still laughing and I feel awful about it, but goodness gracious that was such a great laugh and will forever be such a great memory. Just know that I tell this story so much better than I write it! Well, I tell it well when I'm not laughing about, but if you can understand me between my laughing fits, it's pretty comical.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say they warmed up. We immediately grabbed two kick boards, I took one child under each arm and started to run down the lane with them as they kicked their little legs off. I certainly got my workout in that day and they were such troopers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finished in the big pool and got into regular pool, Avery said "Ahhhhh...this feels like a bathtub." Grant said "Miss Marcy, I don't wanna go in the other pool ever again, ok?" I just smiled and didn't make any promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Love. My. Job!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7135555979751041783?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7135555979751041783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7135555979751041783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7135555979751041783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7135555979751041783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons-and-laughter.html' title='Lessons and Laughter'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TS_SNyyC9LI/AAAAAAAAG0E/vhzGC2lrXEU/s72-c/37484_1515690415303_1325746318_1361249_574885_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-689659808342268104</id><published>2011-01-09T15:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:35:24.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;North Texas looks beautiful today. A few inches of snow covers the trees, cars and ground. Pretty. Pretty! If you get a chance to drive past TWU's Lowry woods, do it! It's gorgeous and completely intact. I'm guessing that wouldn't be the case if the students were back in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I needed to run a quick errand so I yelled for my pooch (who snuck past me and headed out for some fresh air when I opened the door) and carefully made my way to my truck. As I got situated myself inside, turned on the ignition and started to reach for my seat belt I noticed that my windshield was completely covered in snow. I tried using my wipers, but the fresh snow was a bit too heavy and the wipers wouldn't budge. Remembering that my ice scrapper is usually stored under my driver's seat, I reached for it, but couldn't find it. Looking over my right shoulder I saw my blue flippers and had a ingenius idea!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lemme just say that my flippers did the trick and because they're longer than my ice scrapper my boobies were spared! I usually have to lean quite a bit when reaching for the middle portion of the windshield, which usually leaves my girls pressed directly into the cold snow or ice packed on the side and hood of my truck. Frozen bubbies are no bueno and they seem to take so, so much longer to warm up that say my feet or hands! LOL go figure!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyhow, when I got home I decided it was time for some hot chocolate. Found this recipe online and it's delish! Naturally, I tweaked it to my tastes by adding cinnamon and using 1% milk instead of whole.  I also used light dutch cocoa that I purchased at Sprouts not long ago. Good stuff and incredibly economical. I'd suggest using less salt and maybe less sugar. If you like rich hot chocolate this will hit the spot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="ms-col2-recipe-ingredients" style="background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/module/ms-col2-recipe-content-spoon.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; padding-bottom: 12px; background-position: 14px 4px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Makes 5 3/4 cups dry mix or 92 eight-ounce servings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 396px; margin-top: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 11px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3 1/2 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 11px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2 1/4 cups cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 11px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 tablespoon table salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="list-style-type: none; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 11px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Whole milk for serving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ms-col2-recipe-directions" style="background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/module/ms-col2-recipe-content-pot.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; zoom: 1; background-position: 14px 20px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 42px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 26px; margin-left: 26px; "&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;In a large bowl, combine sugar, cocoa, and salt, and whisk to combine well. Store the mixture in an airtight container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://images.marthastewart.com/images/assets/global/ms-global-dash-green.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;For individual servings, pour 1 cup whole milk into a microwave-safe mug, and microwave on high just until hot. Add 2 tablespoons of cocoa mix, and stir to dissolve. For a larger batch of cocoa, warm the milk in a saucepan set over medium-low heat, taking care not to let the milk boil; as it warms, stir in 2 tablespoons of mix for each cup of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at Marthastewart.com: &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/homemade-hot-chocolate#ixzz1AZl8yfS5" style="text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Homemade Hot Chocolate - Martha Stewart Recipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-689659808342268104?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/689659808342268104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=689659808342268104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/689659808342268104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/689659808342268104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowy-sunday.html' title='Snowy Sunday'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3364332510794022858</id><published>2011-01-07T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:51:32.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barlow Girl - Thoughts of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've been crying and meditating over this song all day. (thank you, pandora) I haven't literally been crying all day, but for the most part it's been a pensive day. A flood of thoughts and memories have continually washed over me and it has almost felt overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the last few weeks there has been an echoing theme in all that I hear and read and it's been about recognizing and enjoying the moments that make up this journey. It seems to have presented itself t me in the strangest places from an acquaintance's "laws of fighting"  &lt;a href="http://www.timlajcik.net/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=54:lajciks-laws-of-fighting-12-training-is-a-long-arduous-process-appreciate-and-enjoy-the-journey&amp;amp;catid=5:training-tips&amp;amp;Itemid=7"&gt;(click here)&lt;/a&gt;,  a devo from Girlfriends in God (&lt;a href="http://www.girlfriendsingod.com/Default.aspx?tabid=97"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;),  UBD daily word emails, songs on the radio, in my quiet time, movies, and fictional reading. Although, I've understood the concept for many years, it's just now sinking into the secret places of my heart. While listening to this song I was finally able to sit back and sincerely thank Him for this momentary lack of peace/discomfort and a bit of uncertainty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hope you enjoy this song. It's simple, sweet and worship provoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/It_AYv7wtZc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Call upon me in the day of trouble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will deliver you, and you will honor me. Psalm 50:15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It may not be according to our time line, but He will deliver us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trust in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy the heartache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy the waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Consider it pure joy as the author and finisher of our faith disciplines our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-3364332510794022858?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3364332510794022858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3364332510794022858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3364332510794022858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3364332510794022858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/barlow-girl-thoughts-of-you.html' title='Barlow Girl - Thoughts of You'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/It_AYv7wtZc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7911739568436046733</id><published>2011-01-06T00:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:43:18.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;While starting a round of leg extensions a friend approached me to see how training was going. I was trying to focus on the set, but he kept asking me questions, to which I answered with nods, forced smiles or shoulder shrugs.  So much for gym etiquette... he wasn't getting the hint so I took a quick break to chit chat. Our conversation was pretty standard, but he said something as he was leaving that caught my attention. He said "Ok. Well, have a goodnight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;échale ganas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; " &gt;échale ganas. I kept repeating it to myself, understanding fully what he was saying to me in Spanish, but when the thought was considered in English all meaning vanished from me. It's a difficult phrase to accurately translate because it can easily mean so many things, and it occurs to me that yet again the English language is sometimes flavorless.  In this particular instance he was telling me to give it my all, hit it hard, do my best, etc.... Even as I translate for you, I feel like it's still not enough to fully describe what he was saying to me. It's almost as if it means, give it my all with an extra measure of something much deeper, more positive and hopeful. Work harder than hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;To all my ladies who are climbing those mountains and waiting it out - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;échale ganas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; " &gt;Love y'all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7911739568436046733?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7911739568436046733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7911739568436046733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7911739568436046733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7911739568436046733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8278213626801187577</id><published>2011-01-04T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:57:34.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSP6On_0s0I/AAAAAAAAGzQ/C0wDfUhB4Zo/s1600/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSP6On_0s0I/AAAAAAAAGzQ/C0wDfUhB4Zo/s400/340x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an undisclosed temptress emailed this to me tonight! She knows....oh, she knows very well....All I gotta say is that this beanie wearing Italian Rugger, Sergio Parisse, is ahem... =) very attractive. I like ruggers. I like the way certain men look in beanies and this man is rockin' it! If only y'all could see him smile, it's presh! Goodness gracious!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8278213626801187577?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8278213626801187577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8278213626801187577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8278213626801187577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8278213626801187577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/shady.html' title='shady'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSP6On_0s0I/AAAAAAAAGzQ/C0wDfUhB4Zo/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1667138692159780454</id><published>2011-01-04T19:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:16:18.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;These photos make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFCwkhQCI/AAAAAAAAGyw/-HVv6oN3wQc/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFCwkhQCI/AAAAAAAAGyw/-HVv6oN3wQc/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Uyen, showing off her fancy pantene hair. I had so much relaxed fun at her wedding reception. I heart this woman, big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDKk5x1I/AAAAAAAAGy4/c2I0vzw-ri4/s1600/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDKk5x1I/AAAAAAAAGy4/c2I0vzw-ri4/s400/IMG_1864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Roddey. Messed with the bull and got the horns! Just kidding! I mess with him all the time for no apparent reason. I thought he'd look cute sportin' a pair of kid swim goggles. The teal goggles + his purple monkey = one hot mess! We're so much alike it's crazy! (Minus the dry humping...I don't dry hump! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDljRNPI/AAAAAAAAGzA/BFFolrqrSsE/s1600/IMG_2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDljRNPI/AAAAAAAAGzA/BFFolrqrSsE/s400/IMG_2046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mita!!! I love you most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDi4ix2I/AAAAAAAAGzI/FAvEKMaNWWw/s1600/STC_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFDi4ix2I/AAAAAAAAGzI/FAvEKMaNWWw/s400/STC_2032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nolan. He's cool. He's messed up in the head. He was the cutest puppy, next to his daddy Texas, of course. Oh! and Roddey! (Roddey was completely delicious when he was a puppy!)If I had a bigger place I'd consider calling him my own, but I highly doubt my sister-in-law and nephew would part with him. He's fun to walk with and semi "special" to jog with. He gets easily spooked and hasn't quite figured out that running directly into and clipping the person that's jogging beside him is highly dangerous. It's especially dangerous if said jogger is a BBW! He just don't know!! If all this woman went down because of him....you better believe he's gonna feel it cause I'm gonna make for dang sure I land on him! =)&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1667138692159780454?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1667138692159780454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1667138692159780454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1667138692159780454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1667138692159780454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TSPFCwkhQCI/AAAAAAAAGyw/-HVv6oN3wQc/s72-c/IMG_1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2583261460618076861</id><published>2011-01-03T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:21:53.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck?!?!</title><content type='html'>It's been days since this fast has started and it seems that the trials are slowly starting to roll in. These trails are small, very small, and not all that tempting, but nonetheless men that I may have previously dated or talked to are suddenly starting to emerge from all over the place, the gym, random text messages, emails, phone calls and even facebook!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! I'm glad these tests are starting off slow, it'll be good for my spiritual muscles to build some endurance. Before the fast started I sat down and heavily considered my greatest temptations and made a plan of action. I know they're coming, not sure when or how, but I'll have to face them sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This journey isn't even about men, but about the things I hold on to so tightly. Affirmations, compliments and attention make me feel good, but with all  feelings are often fleeting. I long for something much deeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2583261460618076861?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2583261460618076861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2583261460618076861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2583261460618076861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2583261460618076861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-heck.html' title='What the heck?!?!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1516219439112217465</id><published>2010-12-31T18:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:13:24.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Last year to the day I was recovering from oral surgery. It's pretty funny thinking about it now..the chipmunk cheeks, the drug induced calling and texting, and inability to feel my face left me hungry and completely unable to feed myself. Who knew scooping a spoon full of milkshake from the container to my mouth would be such a challenge. I didn't know anything was amiss until I felt the sticky ice cream dripping down my chest.  I wasn't amused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The months that followed into 2010 were different. Very different. I'm more than happy to put this year behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to 2011. God has called me unto himself for a season without distraction, and that means no men. For those of you who know me, you already understand that this is gonna be an interesting ride as I begin a 6 month fast from men and sugar, a few of my idols. In regards to men, that means no dating, talking, texting, chatting, emailing, etc. In regards to sugar well....this pains me as much as it does saying goodbye to men. I love me some sugar and that means no ice cream or other sugary treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another round of Recovery at the Village will begin in the next week for me as well. We'll see what other festering wounds God will uncover. Beware my chicas, if this next round is anything like the first, you already know! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-1516219439112217465?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1516219439112217465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1516219439112217465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1516219439112217465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1516219439112217465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8981992254177789725</id><published>2010-12-14T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:57:40.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Gang</title><content type='html'>I've been dancing around to this song for the last two days. I like it!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tN7oG4Fg1PY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tN7oG4Fg1PY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this version tonight and it makes my heart squeal with delight. I've always been partial to this sound. As a little girl I used to have a fascination with music from this era, perhaps my Dad had something to do with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmZdvVnMXCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmZdvVnMXCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8981992254177789725?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8981992254177789725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8981992254177789725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8981992254177789725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8981992254177789725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/chain-gang.html' title='Chain Gang'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3554605477032801082</id><published>2010-12-13T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:44:14.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roddey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I was inspired to post a picture for the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQb2HeR0h3I/AAAAAAAAGvM/-B03i3hZuS8/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQb2HeR0h3I/AAAAAAAAGvM/-B03i3hZuS8/s400/DSC_0863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                 Quite possibly the cutest picture of Roddey-Monster&lt;br /&gt;                                  Don't let the face fool you......he's not as sweet as he pretends to look, but he does have his moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQb2HWFNAiI/AAAAAAAAGvU/QzvSDbVsRZQ/s1600/DSC_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQb2HWFNAiI/AAAAAAAAGvU/QzvSDbVsRZQ/s400/DSC_0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                      Us having a moment after a quick play in the snow last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Renatta &amp;amp; Uyen I can totally hear "awwwww-ing" right now.  I love you!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3554605477032801082?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3554605477032801082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3554605477032801082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3554605477032801082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3554605477032801082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/roddey.html' title='Roddey.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQb2HeR0h3I/AAAAAAAAGvM/-B03i3hZuS8/s72-c/DSC_0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8385490461940054474</id><published>2010-12-13T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:35:41.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lesson</title><content type='html'>Earlier today I emailed my accountability partner, Dane. I was having a 'moment' and needed to write it out for her. Later that night, the moment had long passed and nearly forgotten, she returned my email. Her sweet reassurance and firm grip on truth drove my heart into prayer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While praying I could hear my dog outside my door. He was sniffing and scratching to get in, but because the door was firmly shut he wasn't able to bulldoze his way in, as is his habit. A few moments later my sister opened the door and he came flying into the bedroom. I could hear the clinks of tags and the huffing of his breathing as he searched for me. He darted into the bathroom, then onto the bed and finally he found me moments later on the floor (not my usual place, so it took him a minute). He all too eagerly jumped into my lap, tail wagging a mile a minute, and eyes searching my face with concern as I was crying.  Listening to the way he earnestly searched for and found me, was humbling. He loves me dearly and rests well knowing that I'm within site or touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desire to liken this scenario to my relationship with God, but sadly that's not the case. Why am I not so often eager to find him, even knowing that He's always available to me?  Typically, I surrender and crawl into His presence when I'm hurting or scared, but not so much so when I'm elated or angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after my moment with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roddey&lt;/span&gt; (my dog). I read this blog post by Paul Tripp, it was perfectly timed. Read it &lt;a href="http://paultrippministries.blogspot.com/2009/07/psalm-73-getting-it-right.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-8385490461940054474?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8385490461940054474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8385490461940054474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8385490461940054474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8385490461940054474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-lesson.html' title='Another Lesson'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2372485847878802192</id><published>2010-12-12T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:40:51.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQWj0kBQteI/AAAAAAAAGuw/TurKF7e-2YA/s1600/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQWj0kBQteI/AAAAAAAAGuw/TurKF7e-2YA/s400/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Generally, I'm not a huge fan of washing dishes, however, I love washing them with my nephew. It's the coolest thing to watch him learn, he's such a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to relearning so many things with this little dude.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2372485847878802192?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2372485847878802192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2372485847878802192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2372485847878802192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2372485847878802192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/washing-dishes.html' title='Washing Dishes'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TQWj0kBQteI/AAAAAAAAGuw/TurKF7e-2YA/s72-c/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8704467467660110609</id><published>2010-12-10T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:21:49.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner's High</title><content type='html'>The video below was embedded from this &lt;a href="http://www.everymantri.com/everyman_triathlon/2010/12/video-a-runners-high-wins-getty-images-mishmash-music-video-remix-competition-.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. It inspires something deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17599565?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17599565"&gt;A Runner's High by Ben Redmond&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4696002"&gt;Mishmash&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all who prayed for me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I took the risk and it was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged and it sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8704467467660110609?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8704467467660110609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8704467467660110609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8704467467660110609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8704467467660110609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/runners-high.html' title='Runner&apos;s High'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-235306361205212625</id><published>2010-12-09T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:22:15.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kendra'/><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>I sat at my computer with a bowl of cereal in hand this morning before work and decided to visit an old friend's blog. Her writing always stirs my heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please read &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://knowing-him.blogspot.com/2010/06/returning-to-place-of-failure-joshua-8.html"&gt;http://knowing-him.blogspot.com/2010/06/returning-to-place-of-failure-joshua-8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-235306361205212625?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/235306361205212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=235306361205212625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/235306361205212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/235306361205212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1589371668964618383</id><published>2010-12-08T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T12:58:20.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Christian?</title><content type='html'>That's a pretty standard question around these parts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night around 8pm I was asked "How risky would you say your life is in regards to your spiritual walk?" After a bit of thought I came to the conclusion that it's not. I haven't had to take a risk in such a long time and I've had this gnawing feeling lately that my time is up once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Risk: I recently made the acquaintance of someone who, in a very short time,  I've grown to deeply respect and admire. I have a desire to see this new friendship grow, but I'm afraid that our spiritual differences may stand in the way.  I have to take the risk and share what Jesus has done in my life, but because I've typically been such a spiritual mess I feel ill equipped to represent us as a body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was openly asked by this person, via email,  if I was a Christian.  God has evidently drawn the line. I can either stay where I am and risk nothing or take the risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me. Pray that I would surrender my will, open my closed fists and walk in obedience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1589371668964618383?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1589371668964618383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1589371668964618383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1589371668964618383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1589371668964618383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-christian.html' title='Are you a Christian?'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5505380282799553199</id><published>2010-12-06T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:55:30.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I wasn't going to post this until tomorrow, but I couldn't stand it any longer! My sister (Margarita Infante) had a photo session with our brother, sister-in-law, &amp;amp;  nephew, Deavin a few weeks ago at Teddy Bear Park. This little dude wore them all out! I don't think she's ever had such a trying photoshoot, but the end results were well worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to decide which photo is my favorite as I love them all. He looks like such a big boy in the far right photo. I love it, but it causes me to realize that time is moving so much faster than we even realize. Last November he was only 5 months old. ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3MUTxhZzI/AAAAAAAAGtc/tnht1sRz-Sg/s1600/2010-11-20%2BDavid%252C%2BCheri%2B%2526%2BDaevin%2BInfante%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3MUTxhZzI/AAAAAAAAGtc/tnht1sRz-Sg/s400/2010-11-20%2BDavid%252C%2BCheri%2B%2526%2BDaevin%2BInfante%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Margarita Infante&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5505380282799553199?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5505380282799553199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5505380282799553199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5505380282799553199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5505380282799553199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/delicious.html' title='Delicious!!!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3MUTxhZzI/AAAAAAAAGtc/tnht1sRz-Sg/s72-c/2010-11-20%2BDavid%252C%2BCheri%2B%2526%2BDaevin%2BInfante%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1272219430060667386</id><published>2010-12-06T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:09:10.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3BdZUKQRI/AAAAAAAAGsc/kaDl-fURmpA/s1600/04%2B09%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3BdZUKQRI/AAAAAAAAGsc/kaDl-fURmpA/s400/04%2B09%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just finished this tonight! I hope y'all like it! It took me forever to find photos of us in 2010. Apparently we were a bit camera shy this year. Go figure! Merry Christmas to all!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to 2011 BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like a card email me your address. *muah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1272219430060667386?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1272219430060667386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1272219430060667386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1272219430060667386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1272219430060667386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-card-2010.html' title='Christmas Card 2010'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP3BdZUKQRI/AAAAAAAAGsc/kaDl-fURmpA/s72-c/04%2B09%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2564166517519491666</id><published>2010-12-06T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:02:48.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roddey'/><title type='text'>Just one bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP2_lBzB8wI/AAAAAAAAGsU/VcfJzMSJqyI/s1600/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP2_lBzB8wI/AAAAAAAAGsU/VcfJzMSJqyI/s400/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While putting together a Christmas card for 2010 I came across this photo. It cracks me up. He's so intense and desperately wants some of my Cheerios. I almost felt sorry for him. *almost*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. He must've just gotten back from the groomers because he's still waering his little neckerchief dealie, which he normally rips off as soon as he's able. Also, note that his girlie 'do was totally my bad. Apparently I don't explain myself well to the groomers because this was the end product of my specification. Sorry, Roddey.&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2564166517519491666?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2564166517519491666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2564166517519491666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2564166517519491666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2564166517519491666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-one-bite.html' title='Just one bite'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TP2_lBzB8wI/AAAAAAAAGsU/VcfJzMSJqyI/s72-c/DSC_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7106351978258915862</id><published>2010-12-04T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:48:28.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gym Moment</title><content type='html'>Last night I headed to the gym a bit later than usual and I wasn't all that surprised to see new faces. However! I was semi surprised to see a hipster-esque guy wearing an argyle sweater, scarf, skinny jeans, leg warmers and red converse workin' his hipster biceps. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I unloaded, grabbed some gear and headed to an empty spot. While selecting some free weights that were positioned directly in front of him I caught a glimpse of the both us in the mirror. He was pretty to say the least with this perfectly spiky hair and I was looking rather rough in my yoga pants, shirt, frizzy curly-hair pony and minimal make up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly the train of thought in my head came to a complete halt when I remembered this line from Sixteen Candles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f-g7fhNlGdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f-g7fhNlGdY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! Life is so great! Love y'all!&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/7931232628628695976-7106351978258915862?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7106351978258915862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7106351978258915862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7106351978258915862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7106351978258915862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-gym-moment.html' title='Another Gym Moment'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-773418775252010576</id><published>2010-12-01T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:30:53.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary - Ma'am</title><content type='html'>You see?!?!!?! I'm not the only one who feels aged by being ma'amed! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I left out some of the other, ahem, more colorful urban dic defs) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;table id="entries" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; width: 465px; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: black; "&gt;ma'am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_2623245" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ma%27am#" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt; up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ma%27am#" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;29&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ma%27am#" id="thumbs_down_2623245" class="thumbs_down" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); display: block; height: 19px; width: 19px; float: right; margin-left: 4px; background-image: url(data:image/gif;charset=utf-8;base64,R0lGODlhEwATAPQVAP/fqqp/AKp/VaqfVaqfqqq/qtR/ANSfANSfVdSfqtS/VdS/qtTfqtTf//+fAP+fVf+/Vf+/qv/fVaCgpMDcwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACH5BAUAABUALAAAAAATABMAQAWVYCVWjWIizKiOFBJAMKxIsQIjY0MgiLL+osZAACHSIDQJoKYSBh4OhACxAIpaD0hAIolIGD1GarQgEmNI2BI2YBEEggA8hhgUKI3mBPE4IChWgYIrCzwQERAKPGM/CS4wXkpKEIUKVRUtLxAISACSaYkiBZqaR6AyIgsEQ2hoPHWXV45nmwMTgQsGfLCDLa+xvXeDIiEAOw==); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ma%27am#" id="thumbs_up_2623245" class="thumbs_up" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); display: block; height: 19px; width: 19px; float: right; margin-left: 4px; background-image: url(data:image/gif;charset=utf-8;base64,R0lGODlhEwATAPQTAP/fqqp/AKp/VaqfVaqfqqq/qtR/ANR/VdSfVdSfqtS/VdS/qtTfqtTf//+fVf+/Vf/fVaCgpMDcwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACH5BAUAABMALAAAAAATABMAQAWT4CSO5LggDCkhT9tC7wMBkLOUUyMVBDEIAQFCgsOdZADFbVRAKByuqEzwEKSKpMVAAUBgJwMWLBxALEVNqMK1bgEeAUhAJElEfILDo12tJr6AgSYDD16CDAQuZ0VaYgsPA0YKCJQubzOQZ01SMS0CMwIiBCycLZNThloOQXucMHMiOhISCxE/BlQtZYE6BAULRCQhADs=); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2623245" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links" style="color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/products.php?term=ma%27am&amp;amp;defid=2623245" style="color: white; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 4px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text"&gt;buy ma'am mugs, tshirts and magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;to call a woman "ma'am," especially when she is (or thinks she is) way too young to be considered one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;(some twenty-something): oh my god, that waiter just ma'amed me.&lt;br /&gt;(a friend): ha ha, you got ma'amed by a guy twice your age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-773418775252010576?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/773418775252010576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=773418775252010576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/773418775252010576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/773418775252010576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/urban-dictionary-maam.html' title='Urban Dictionary - Ma&apos;am'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4886732485286525927</id><published>2010-12-01T12:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:41:38.921-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma&apos;am'/><title type='text'>Ma'am. He called me Ma'am.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago while shopping at Wal-mart this rather cute post college aged cashier guy and I had a 'moment'. It wasn't super flirty just semi fun flirty. I remember heading out to my car and thinking 'awww he was cute, and God.... you gave him really pretty eyes.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week I headed to Wal-Mart post my workout to grab some sick supplies for my sister, who started feeling ill earlier that day. I did my rounds, checked out and headed for my car. Just as I was fixin' to unload my cart, I heard this loud crashing sound and it startled me (because it was too close for comfort) so I jumped, semi squealed and clutched for some invisible being in the air. hahaha! I wouldn't have been a big deal, but when I searched for the source of the noise I came to find this younger guy at the opposite end of the cart station, you know the place where we're supposed to leave our carts!!, smiling and semi laughing at my reaction. I playfully screamed "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!" and he apologized, but continued to laugh. Another guy Wal-Mart cart guy appeared and asked if i was OK. I was smiling when I said "yeah, I'm good, but I like how your friend over there asked the same question but couldn't keep from LAUGHING AT ME!!" They both laughed and apologized again, it was all in good fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finished unloading I asked them what they wanted me to do with my cart. I didn't wanna be a dork and walk all the way to the front of their cart stacking pile and mess up their system and I also didn't want to seem rude and just leave it in the recently cleared out cart station. Thankfully they were nice and let me just leave it in the empty station thingy. As I was about to get in my car the second Wal-mart guy says "I hope you have a good night, ma'am" it was then that I noticed it was cute wal-mart cashier guy from a couple weeks ago and he just called me ma'am.................. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one hand I was super proud of our Texan boys for having proper Texan manners, but in the other I was also heart-dented when I realized I was now a "ma'am".  Not cool. totally not cool.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4886732485286525927?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4886732485286525927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4886732485286525927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4886732485286525927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4886732485286525927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/maam-he-called-me-maam.html' title='Ma&apos;am. He called me Ma&apos;am.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1431402055229132317</id><published>2010-11-30T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:42:11.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010!!</title><content type='html'>It's starting to look like Christmas. This weekend my sister-in-law was off with a fury putting up the Christmas Tree and decorations. While she was busy with that my job was to keep little dude busy and away from all the glass ornaments. He was so tiny last year to even care about the tree, but I imagine that this year will be quite different! Merry Christmas, Y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TPScws2ce4I/AAAAAAAAGqY/F1haZYCXLxg/s1600/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TPScws2ce4I/AAAAAAAAGqY/F1haZYCXLxg/s400/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1431402055229132317?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1431402055229132317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1431402055229132317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1431402055229132317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1431402055229132317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010!!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TPScws2ce4I/AAAAAAAAGqY/F1haZYCXLxg/s72-c/11%2B23%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8992748306286452577</id><published>2010-11-29T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:48:23.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power pairs'/><title type='text'>8 Moves - 20 minutes</title><content type='html'>Let's just say that 2010 wasn't my best year. I've been so off and on, here and there...it's not cute and it's so coming to an end. With that being said,  I've consistently been back in the gym for about a month or two. Things have gone well and I'm starting to feel stronger. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without having Chadwick by my side to rack my weights and basically tell me what to do, (it's so easy to go into robot mode with a trainer) I've had to dig deeper and research on my own. Learn about muscle groups and exercises and combinations that will keep me moving and burning. It's a challenge, but it's fascinating too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One would think that after so much time in the gym that it would be easy to get back into the swing of things, but let me tell you something, if you don't use it, YOU LOSE IT!!  The muscle I put on back in 2008 &amp;amp; 2009 basically went to crap and turned into into nasty fat. It came back with a vengeance and was pocketed differently than before. I never really had saddle bags and NOW I DO!! it's not cute, but it's also reversible. Praise God!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I digress.... While perusing Women's Health Magazine online I found this cool workout called Power Pairs. I decided to start my routine with this 20 minute circuit and it was good, very, very good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenshealthmag.com/fitness/toning-exercises"&gt;http://www.womenshealthmag.com/fitness/toning-exercises&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the video too &amp;amp; let me know what you think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7931232628628695976-8992748306286452577?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8992748306286452577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8992748306286452577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8992748306286452577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8992748306286452577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/8-moves-20-minutes.html' title='8 Moves - 20 minutes'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5861511039505003755</id><published>2010-11-28T23:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:15:49.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>More Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;table width="680" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucb.co.uk/index.cfm?itemid=88" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ucb.co.uk/images/WFTlogo.jpg" alt="The word for today" width="357" height="46" hspace="10" vspace="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="10" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;29 Nov 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Character - The Beauty That Lasts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;...clothe yourselves...with the beauty that comes from within... &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Peter+3%3A4" target="_blank"&gt;1 Peter 3:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;When it comes to beauty, get your perspective right: 'Don't be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes...clothe yourselves...with the beauty that comes from within...' (1 Peter 3:3-4 NLT). The public relations department of a beauty products company asked its customers to send pictures along with brief letters, describing the most beautiful women they knew. Thousands of letters came in. One caught the attention of the employees and was passed on to the president. It was written by a boy from a broken home who lived in a run-down neighbourhood. With lots of spelling errors, an excerpt from his letter read: 'A beautiful woman lives down the street from me. I visit her every day. She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world. We play checkers and she listens to my problems. She understands me. When I leave she always yells out the door that she's proud of me.' The boy ended his letter saying, 'This picture shows you that she is the most beautiful woman in the world, and one day I hope to have a wife as pretty as her.' Intrigued, the president asked to see the woman's picture. His secretary handed him a photograph of a smiling, toothless woman, well advanced in years, sitting in a wheelchair. Sparse grey hair was pulled back in a bun. The wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes. 'We can't use this woman,' said the president, smiling. 'She would show the world that our products aren't necessary to be beautiful.'&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beauty. Just today I was sitting at the edge of my bed thinking of just that.... In the silence of my heart I ache to be beautiful by my own standards, not by the standards of God. There's a long list of things I desire from a flat tummy, to well muscled legs and arms, solid muscular booty, a narrow waist,  well rounded hips, a smaller face without a double chin and perfect hairless skin! =)  I don't desire to be skinny, but curvy, thick and delicious. I desire to be not different, but normal in a Marcy kinda way. I was semi saddened when I realized that my ways are not his ways. My thoughts are not his thoughts. I sat for a second or two more then instantly moved the thoughts from my mind and started moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I went about my day. Busy. Keeping myself moving and not allowing a moment to sit in silence to see what is really there. (Greed, bitterness, jealousy, confusion, laziness and apathy... they all reside within me.) The moment to ponder arrived when I sat before my computer to check email. Yet again God, in His infinite goodness, used the UCB word for the day to shed some light on my heart and draw me to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5861511039505003755?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5861511039505003755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5861511039505003755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5861511039505003755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5861511039505003755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-beauty.html' title='More Beauty'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2432171037586945311</id><published>2010-11-08T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:37:38.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TNhRgPxXWMI/AAAAAAAAGm4/HnHgfH8m7q8/s1600/twip_100916_10.ss_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TNhRgPxXWMI/AAAAAAAAGm4/HnHgfH8m7q8/s400/twip_100916_10.ss_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I can't remember where I found this photo, but my instant reaction was "when did this become the standard for beautiful?" What are your thoughts?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2432171037586945311?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2432171037586945311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2432171037586945311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2432171037586945311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2432171037586945311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful?'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TNhRgPxXWMI/AAAAAAAAGm4/HnHgfH8m7q8/s72-c/twip_100916_10.ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3652360373124501495</id><published>2010-10-19T00:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:39:18.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He loves us'/><title type='text'>He Loves Us (You &amp; Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzbK2A5BN1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzbK2A5BN1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3652360373124501495?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3652360373124501495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3652360373124501495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3652360373124501495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3652360373124501495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-loves-us-you-me.html' title='He Loves Us (You &amp; Me)'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-393078631751388243</id><published>2010-09-25T00:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:50:52.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterflies'/><title type='text'>Wormish</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I've been a bit lost lately. When I say I've been lost I mostly mean that I haven't felt like I've know who I am, what I want to do, or not do, where I'm going or where I should be.  Lost and pitiful. My identity was so wrapped up in who I was at my former position and who I was a woman who was finally conquering obesity... with a failed career and a slowly moving train wreck away from victory I've been in a sad state of affairs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading Grace Walk by Steve McVey, it was given to me by my former boss. I've picked this book up more times than I can remember and I've never been able to get past the first two chapters. However, tonight was a different story as this deep desire was nagging at my heart to pick it up once again. I'm so glad that I have, because yet again God's timing has proved to be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McVey writes: &lt;i&gt;It's important to see yourself as God sees you.  You know how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly through the process of metamorphosis. The caterpillar weaves a cocoon around itself and a short time later it emerges as a butterfly. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McVey then references Bob George, Classic Christianity. George writes (and it's rather brilliant!) &lt;i&gt;If you were to see a butterfly, it would never occur to you to say, "Hey, everybody! Come look at this good-looking converted worm!" Why not? After all, it was a worm. And it was "converted." No, now it is a new creature, and you don't think of it in terms of what it was. You see it as it is now - a butterfly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;In exactly the same way, God sees you as His new creature in Christ. Although you might not always act like a good butterfly - you might land on things you shouldn't, or forget that you are a butterfly and crawl around with your old worm buddies - the truth of the matter is, you are never going to be a worm again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How awesome is that?! I know it's simple and I know we've heard that analogy a thousand times over, but today I got it for the first time - all over again! Rejoice with me, butterflies. We are worms no more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-393078631751388243?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/393078631751388243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=393078631751388243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/393078631751388243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/393078631751388243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/wormish.html' title='Wormish'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2168738644151885336</id><published>2010-09-02T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:26:08.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterbabies'/><title type='text'>Waterbabies &amp; Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>You're about to see a HUGE part of my heart and life. I can't remember a moment in time when water wasn't a part of our childhood. As a family we spent countless hours at the neighborhood pool. Little did I know then that my passion for everything aquatic was sparked. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I moved back to Texas a few years ago, I was so certain that God moved me back here to open my own swim school. It hasn't worked out completely, but I know He's up to something because He's orchestrated my meeting a good number of familes through church and life who have needed swim lessons. A few families in particular have haunted me for years each summer for more lessons!!! :) You know who you are and I love you for it too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have fantasized about teaching my nephew how to swim since the first few moments I knew of his existence. Here are photos of his first class with Aunt Marcy. These photos were taken by my sister who's an aspiring photographer! I'm hoping to get more of her work on this blog SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAWltVAbI/AAAAAAAAGi0/m9ozbSrjrSY/s1600/29877_399728533300_659238300_4340733_5430663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAWltVAbI/AAAAAAAAGi0/m9ozbSrjrSY/s400/29877_399728533300_659238300_4340733_5430663_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish y'all could see this photo played out in real life. It's so much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAXHRcxsI/AAAAAAAAGi8/DTzqxXVDn3k/s1600/29877_399728868300_659238300_4340758_658081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAXHRcxsI/AAAAAAAAGi8/DTzqxXVDn3k/s400/29877_399728868300_659238300_4340758_658081_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this shot! My sister couldn't have captured it more perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAXcJUEEI/AAAAAAAAGjE/4We0JAxu82g/s1600/29877_399728898300_659238300_4340762_536136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAXcJUEEI/AAAAAAAAGjE/4We0JAxu82g/s400/29877_399728898300_659238300_4340762_536136_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above)I love this photo!!  Remember it. You're going to see it again. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Below) here is my delicious nephew. He's generally a happy baby, but he's exceptionally so while doing "Humpty Dumpties". This exercise teaches them to return to the wall instantly after falling into the water. It's fun for them and it's SAFE!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAYBv7tmI/AAAAAAAAGjM/VBYXFnIQinE/s1600/29877_399729033300_659238300_4340778_4145647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAYBv7tmI/AAAAAAAAGjM/VBYXFnIQinE/s400/29877_399729033300_659238300_4340778_4145647_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my news.... I need your prayers. I've decided to officially give it a go. My swim school will be called Texas Waterbabies!!! If I could do anything for free for the rest of my life this would be it! Teaching infants, toddlers, &amp;amp; children how to swim and respect water is what I'm most passionate about in this life. I'll have my website up and running soon. I'm currently on the look out for an indoor heated pool. If you know of any please, please let me know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited and nervous to see how this will play out in my everyday life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2168738644151885336?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2168738644151885336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2168738644151885336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2168738644151885336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2168738644151885336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/waterbabies-summer-fun.html' title='Waterbabies &amp; Summer Fun'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/TICAWltVAbI/AAAAAAAAGi0/m9ozbSrjrSY/s72-c/29877_399728533300_659238300_4340733_5430663_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8292114773679572318</id><published>2010-08-24T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:30:58.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corgy Plop'/><title type='text'>Love it!</title><content type='html'>I have no words...... You'll see for yourself. His little legs just crack me up!!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glii-kazad8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glii-kazad8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally hear my girls laughing, in particular Pegs. I'm sure once you've watched it you'll be snorting with laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8292114773679572318?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8292114773679572318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8292114773679572318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8292114773679572318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8292114773679572318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-it.html' title='Love it!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7310287425360725225</id><published>2010-08-23T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:14:52.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='core conditioning'/><title type='text'>Core</title><content type='html'>I've also learned that having a strong core making your life so much easier! I'm not talking about easier in the realm of doing your taxes or solving interpersonal issues, but I'm talking about movement - both spiritual and physical. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sir Chadwick would forever say things like "tighten your core when you're walking" or "align yourself" or "pull from your core". When I say "core" I'm talking about everything that makes up your stomach/abdomen area and lower back. It seemed that everything we did from walking on the treadmill, to squats, to planks, even biceps curls it all involved my core. I wasn't able to understand the benefit of it all until much later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a day when I found myself getting up off the floor and my movement were so fluid and, dare I say, nearly graceful that it surprised me.  I used to have to roll my body over until i was on my knees, then i'd kneel on one leg, and either press my hands down on the opposite leg or on the couch just to get up. It was an ordeal for sure. But, after some time I begin to notice that I moved and carried myself better and much more easily, despite the heaviness that still hung from my belly.  I was stronger all around and my balance was much more evident.  It also seemed that because my core was stronger that all my other muscle groups seemed to cooperate and respond with efficiency.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a parallel for my physical core conditioning in my spiritual life as well. When my core is spiritually sound I also move about this world much more easily. I don't lose my balance and fall into pits.  I don't lose my balance and verbally vomit on someone. I don't walk around sloppily. When I'm reading, praying and actively engaged with my spiritual family life is good and in check. There's balance. There's strength. There's accountability. And, there's peace.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the last moments that I remembered myself in total balance. These are from April 2008. Chadwick and I had just stopped working out and I was excited to see what God was fixin' to do...Little did I know that this was the very very very beginning of a 2 year downhill spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhopkxfFI/AAAAAAAAGhc/_LZL0ldy-Q0/s1600/S6303388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhopkxfFI/AAAAAAAAGhc/_LZL0ldy-Q0/s400/S6303388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508713382698646610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mita &amp;amp; Uyenie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhoebh9dI/AAAAAAAAGhU/XxFlkG3Lo8U/s1600/S6303387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhoebh9dI/AAAAAAAAGhU/XxFlkG3Lo8U/s400/S6303387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508713379707090386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renatta &amp;amp; Moi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and my peek-a- boo belly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhnymuPsI/AAAAAAAAGhM/KDwQBriSk3g/s1600/S6303381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhnymuPsI/AAAAAAAAGhM/KDwQBriSk3g/s400/S6303381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508713367942872770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sara &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7310287425360725225?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7310287425360725225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7310287425360725225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7310287425360725225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7310287425360725225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/core.html' title='Core'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/THLhopkxfFI/AAAAAAAAGhc/_LZL0ldy-Q0/s72-c/S6303388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5211836347844963339</id><published>2010-08-21T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:47:49.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Few Things I've Learned</title><content type='html'>1. Sometimes it's best to shallow your pride and bite your tongue until it bleeds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. God gives and takes away and it's always because He knows best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Faithfulness is for every day living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A few minutes of exercise is better than no exercise. Exercise is like washing dishing....I don't like setting up the dishes for the wash, but once I've started and progress is being made, it's really not that bad. It's the starting that always kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm not gonna die if I don't eat that extra spoonful of ice cream! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Somethings are just better left in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. His mercies are new every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. At the end of the day, no matter how filthy and disgusting I am or have been, I know in the stillness of my heart and the darkness of the night He still beckons me to return to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. True friendship is always worth fighting for and NEVER to be neglected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth does speak.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm at my worst when it's all about me for any extended period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Eating an entire pan of lemon bars won't be worth it in the end, no matter how good they taste with cold milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Debauchery isn't all it's cracked up to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Attention from men (even the incredibly-  make your mouth sweat with delight, he's too beautiful to even touch kinda man) gets old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I like being a BBW (big beautiful woman) and getting more comfortable in my skin, but I won't be satisfied until He's been gloried with this temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. It's never a good idea to compare yourself to others. I am, who I am. I can't be anyone, but, Marcy and I'm ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. There's a deep ugliness that resides within my heart and it can be provoked at the drop of a hat. it's not pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Life was meant to be lived, not hoped for or dreamed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  Having a bucket list is good. Checking off all items on the list isn't necessary, and some of those items should've never been considered important enough to be put on a bucket list when it was all said and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Children keep me grounded. Babies don't smile because they want or need something, they're just happy. Adults should spend more time with children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know these were random lessons. I have so many more to add. It's been an interesting few years and I'm just now starting to understand some of the lessons that were started long ago. Perhaps I'll start sharing once again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5211836347844963339?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5211836347844963339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5211836347844963339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5211836347844963339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5211836347844963339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-things-ive-learned.html' title='A Few Things I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2349984179790734285</id><published>2010-05-08T17:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:52:29.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chrissy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peggy'/><title type='text'>Should be studying....</title><content type='html'>Sooooooooooooooooo, I should be studying. It's a beautiful Texas day. The weather is perfection and I have so much work to do before Monday. Finals are next week and I really need to get my booty in gear! =) You might wonder why I'm blogging. Well, let's just say that I'm struggling right now!! I can't focus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of fresh strawberries. I love them even more when they've stained my fingertips and&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;smell like strawberries! God is so cool to have made them so delicious and so pretty and RED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is growing like a weed. I can't stand how much I love him. here's a recent picture and by far my favorite. He's been gifted with a light heart. He's easily entertained and for the most part always smiling. I have, however, noticed that he does have a bit of the Infante temper. It's a bit humorous for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-XjzxnX2aI/AAAAAAAAGV4/Sq7FL9cky40/s1600/D2+screaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-XjzxnX2aI/AAAAAAAAGV4/Sq7FL9cky40/s400/D2+screaming.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469027801142647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost 2 lbs last week! yay! current weight is 352. it's amazing how I don't even sweat giving out my weight digits. Obesity is one addiction you can't hide since we wear it daily. If i was a crack whore I may be able to get way with hiding, don't you think? lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also come to terms with my body. I love being a curvy super chica.  However, i wanna be a smaller version of my current super chica-ness. I dont want to be tired all the time. I wanna be able to walk and not grow weary, and i wanna be a faster triathlete! And I don't freakin' wanna worry about flying!!! I hardly talk about the whoas of obesity, but I seriously dread flying. Just the though of wedging myself into a tiny airplane seat gives me the sweats! But, it's really not even about the seat, it's about the people sitting next to me. I don't want them to be uncomfortable and i don't want to be the cause of their discomfort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmmmm, what else? Work searches are going well. Nothing major to report. BTW Chrissy.... I know we don't know each other but it's still great knowing that you read this blog. i actually thought of you not long ago and smiled at your encouragement. thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pegs! why would you visit my trails? Is it because you think i'd make a mockery of our judicial system?!? LOL I'd most likely get kicked out of a courtroom for making friends with the jury. Happy Birthday!!! (again) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are photos of us celebrating Pegs' birthday last year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-XnycSgPLI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/yXdnh3eHoyc/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-XnycSgPLI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/yXdnh3eHoyc/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469032176284613810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-Xnxx5IgJI/AAAAAAAAGWI/vp-xasNb-jw/s1600/IMG_2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-Xnxx5IgJI/AAAAAAAAGWI/vp-xasNb-jw/s400/IMG_2253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469032164903911570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-Xnxc7v_ZI/AAAAAAAAGWA/1sHKzIonhL0/s1600/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-Xnxc7v_ZI/AAAAAAAAGWA/1sHKzIonhL0/s400/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469032159277743506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Okaaaay!!!! I'm gonna study now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2349984179790734285?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2349984179790734285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2349984179790734285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2349984179790734285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2349984179790734285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-be-studying.html' title='Should be studying....'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S-XjzxnX2aI/AAAAAAAAGV4/Sq7FL9cky40/s72-c/D2+screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6695633502321953404</id><published>2010-05-04T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:02:11.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audience Of One</title><content type='html'>While working on my finances today I decided to fire up iTunes for some musical distraction. Audience of One by Big Daddy Weave was the first song that popped up on my random mix. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instantly I was transported to my tiny 441 square foot apartment in downtown Bellevue, WA. The sun was shining perfectly as it was summer time and the windows and screen door were open for ventilation. One beautiful sunshiny day makes up for all the dark and dreary days in Seattle and this particular day was one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved there to get way. I left a fiancé behind who encouraged me to follow my dreams despite how much it hurt him to see me go. I didn't have the guts to call off my engagement. Like the coward that I was I hid behind "a career move" to the furthest point in the US  from Denton, TX imaginable. I also wanted to be free. I deliberately wanted to go wild without anyone there to keep watch or hold me accountable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm in a "I don't care. I wanna do it anyway" mood I generally try to turn a blind eye to the Holy Spirit screaming with in. It's amazing how well I play spiritually deaf and blind. At this particular moment in time I wanted to be wild and free in a way that could only be fulfilled with debauchery. (How's that for honesty?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sorta makes me smile to think of all the instances that God totally pulled the rug out from under me while I was trying to "be bad".  Don't get me wrong...he didn't spare me from all and to this day I still bare some of those scars. Anyhow, when I'm playing deaf and blind it's difficult for me to listen to music about Him. Listening to heart shredding worship makes me wanna do nothing but fall on my face and cry out before him.  That reaction isn't exactly conducive to the lifestyle that I so desperately thought I wanted to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get this. I moved there and for a week waited for my phone, internet and every other  portal imaginable to the outside world to be set up. I couldn't use my phone because back in the day i had next to no minutes on my cell plan and by the time 9pm rolled around it was 11pm in Texas and it seemed that EVERYONE was dead asleep. I was lonely, it was too quiet and the only bit of noise that could be offered to me inside my studio was a clock radio. Oddly enough the only station that would clearly catch a signal was Spirit 105, a contemporary Christian station. haha! He's pretty dang funny, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this song is one of those songs playing on the radio when I so badly didn't want to be hearing it. Ironic? I don't think so...Our God is pretty determined to get our attention and  love him for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/mt0QWvBJE2Y/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mt0QWvBJE2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mt0QWvBJE2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6695633502321953404?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6695633502321953404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6695633502321953404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6695633502321953404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6695633502321953404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/audience-of-one.html' title='Audience Of One'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2610116179270953419</id><published>2010-05-03T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:56:27.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like writing.</title><content type='html'>Most of my writing has filled my journals as of late. My heart is torn in a million different directions. Where do I fit in? Where do I apply? Which type of position will fulfill that yearning within me to make a difference in this world? There's  a position in NYC that has been calling my name for sometime now. I have to admit 2 things a) I don't have the guts to apply for it &amp;amp; b) I've never ever had a desire to spend anytime in NYC. :)  Yet I have to wonder why I continually return to check the job posting to see if its been filled. I'm such a chicken!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, recently I spoke with a career counselor at TWU. It's strange to me how God reminds us of key people when we least expect it. While washing dishes one afternoon I remembered, "out of the blue", the name of a career counselor that I met back in the day. It was like that feather in Forrest Gump, her name just floated toward me.  Once it registered I got online, researched her, emailed her, and she got me plugged in right away. Sweetness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, after two sessions and one Strong Interest Inventory Profile assessment here is a list of positions are best suited for this Marcy mess! You tell me if any of these seem to fit my mold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Broadcast Journalist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Attorney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Photographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Social Science Teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Public Relations Director&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Reporter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. College Instructor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Flight Attendant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. School Administrator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Top Executive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was quite hilarious that these areas were occupations of dissimilar interest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematician, Physicist, CHEMIST (duh!!!!) Automobile Mechanic (yah! I really don't like being dirty!!) &amp;amp; Actuary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this felt good! I've missed writing on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note. I'm working out! I've met some women around the metroplex and we're all working toward a common goal 25lbs by July 2010. I'll keep you posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current weight: 354 lbs (yeah...it's out there gain. you do that math!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2610116179270953419?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2610116179270953419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2610116179270953419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2610116179270953419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2610116179270953419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-like-writing.html' title='I feel like writing.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3156557749492713290</id><published>2010-04-19T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T13:21:30.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tri Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I'll always remember April 19, 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I've never been more proud of myself at any moment in time as i was the second I crossed that finish line.  As I was driving home last night I replayed so many memories that lead up to this triathlon. I distinctly remember crying on the phone with Sir Chadwick (my old trainer) telling him that there was no way I could run the race. I felt ill equipped and under trained and overly nervous. He patiently listened to my incessant whines and when I was finished he simply said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marce&lt;/span&gt;, who are you doing this for? Why did we start this entire program to begin with?" I knew what he was getting at...Mike always had a way of continually pointing it back to Christ.  He gently reminded me that it wasn't about me, it was about glorifying God. Somehow remembering that simple truth totally removed so much of the stress. I knew that if I was at the very least wiling to put myself out there and tried that Christ was going to see me through this...to completion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The verse that constantly rings through my head while remembering this triathlon is found in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zechariah 4:6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-22929" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ... 'Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,' says the LORD Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8yW9tGt1UI/AAAAAAAAGOs/Sul6rAus0ZI/s1600/100_6908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8yW9tGt1UI/AAAAAAAAGOs/Sul6rAus0ZI/s400/100_6908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;Thank you to each of you who have encouraged me to keep moving for His Glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&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/7931232628628695976-3156557749492713290?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3156557749492713290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3156557749492713290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3156557749492713290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3156557749492713290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-tri-anniversary.html' title='My Tri Anniversary'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8yW9tGt1UI/AAAAAAAAGOs/Sul6rAus0ZI/s72-c/100_6908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4860496575690604788</id><published>2010-04-19T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:23:22.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehersal Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v22J18dOI/AAAAAAAAGOM/kZQMsR7-LTE/s1600/03+19+20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v22J18dOI/AAAAAAAAGOM/kZQMsR7-LTE/s400/03+19+20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a collage I put together of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; and dinner. Most of the groom's friends flew in from all over the United States for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;. It was interesting to have both sides of the wedding party together at last. At this point it was just a day away!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4860496575690604788?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4860496575690604788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4860496575690604788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4860496575690604788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4860496575690604788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/rehersal-dinner.html' title='Rehersal Dinner'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v22J18dOI/AAAAAAAAGOM/kZQMsR7-LTE/s72-c/03+19+20102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2407679027394260047</id><published>2010-04-19T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:14:43.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachorlette party Con't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I needed to finish what i started!!! Here are a few of my favorite photos of Nance's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party. A group of her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt; got together at a local Corpus Christi site called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WaterStreet&lt;/span&gt;. If you like seafood this is one of the many places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0GSbRUoI/AAAAAAAAGNs/3TgTh2LLeGo/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0GSbRUoI/AAAAAAAAGNs/3TgTh2LLeGo/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner is over and the group is headed to the Bombay. Oddly enough a good friend of ours from HIGH SCHOOL owns this dive. (David you can thank me for this plug later!) Pictured above (front and center left to right) Laura Z, Nance, &amp;amp; Stephanie. ( up top left to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;) Me, Mari, &amp;amp; Nance's sister, Melinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0G2ivJTI/AAAAAAAAGN0/8zKM7687f1A/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0G2ivJTI/AAAAAAAAGN0/8zKM7687f1A/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the maid of honor I thought it would be less controlling of me to allow the other bridesmaids the honor of helping out during the festivities.  In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hindsight&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; reconsidered.... One of the bridesmaids created a tiara &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vial&lt;/span&gt; for Nance - which was totally sweet of her, however!!! she hand sewed on about 50 HUGE condoms all up and down the dang thing!! if you knew Nance, you'd know she's  trooper and totally incapable of hurting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; feelings. She wore it proudly despite how awkward she initially felt. By the end of the night everyone loved it! so, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! Nance!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0HDb5P0I/AAAAAAAAGN8/6faHcZPiLc4/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0HDb5P0I/AAAAAAAAGN8/6faHcZPiLc4/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nance and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did manage to help my girl out by randomly pulling off a few condoms here and here. David (bombay's owner) may need to check the lounge area cushions for stashed UNUSED condoms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0HRSHwoI/AAAAAAAAGOE/vtPEmeDWUhE/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S8v0HRSHwoI/AAAAAAAAGOE/vtPEmeDWUhE/s400/IMG_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are more of the ladies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were ready to dance it up super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt; style!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I headed to south Texas this last week for the preparation and celebration of my best friend's wedding. I arrived in Corpus Christi on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; brunch with our mothers was set to begin the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt; next morning only to be followed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured below you'll find Nancy (the bride to be) &amp;amp; myself at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bleu&lt;/span&gt; Frog. We started to pose for a cute picture under these silly hats when Nance's niece, Madison (who was playing with a jack in the box) was instantly stunned and surprised when Jack made a grand entrance just inches from her face! Madison instantly released the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girliest&lt;/span&gt; of girlie screams and literally jumped back about 2 feet! Pictured below is our reaction to Madison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e7zrdxvpI/AAAAAAAAGEg/RWYIdSLi1XA/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e7zrdxvpI/AAAAAAAAGEg/RWYIdSLi1XA/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison and myself. She's such a spunky little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e70PqbJaI/AAAAAAAAGEo/pdGamQctU4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e70PqbJaI/AAAAAAAAGEo/pdGamQctU4Q/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. Vasquez (Nancy's mom), Nance &amp;amp; Miss Madison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e70Y5J3ZI/AAAAAAAAGEw/za_kfnHQb4A/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e70Y5J3ZI/AAAAAAAAGEw/za_kfnHQb4A/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8891797176598601580?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8891797176598601580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8891797176598601580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8891797176598601580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8891797176598601580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/bachelorette-brunch.html' title='Bachelorette Brunch'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/S6e7zrdxvpI/AAAAAAAAGEg/RWYIdSLi1XA/s72-c/IMG_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3150255932349332793</id><published>2010-02-15T02:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:39:18.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lay off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><title type='text'>*sigh* life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm gonna make this as fast and as painless as possible. I've been putting off posting for many, many reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. I was laid off on November 13th. Friday the 13th of all days and my best friend's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. I can't say the lay off was a total surprise because months before God began stirring my heart in a different direction, but it was still a shock to hear the bomb drop on my life at Media Source. My boss once said to me "Miss Marcy, I hope we'll have you here until you get married and have babies." God truly has other plans in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. My sister was laid off from her job the following Monday (the 16th). Truly, something's up!! Lord, I don't know what you're doing but I know you're moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. The ball was quickly moved and I instantly began calling other companies for interviews and I enrolled in school!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. I'm currently leveling out my old science classes like A&amp;amp;P I &amp;amp; II in order to apply for the NCTC nursing program in October. Science courses expire after 5 years so I'm refreshing and hopefully brining up my GPA. I've also considered applying for the the nursing programs at both  TWU &amp;amp; UT Arlington. My long shot dream would be to apply to the University of Washington in Washington State. (ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Weight loss has ceased and weight gain has commenced. I haven't worked out in months. yes....i said months! I know for certain that I haven't set foot in the gym not one time since 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. I also haven't been to church in... uhhhhh FOREVER! I miss it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorry, for the silence y'all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3150255932349332793?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3150255932349332793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3150255932349332793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3150255932349332793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3150255932349332793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh-life.html' title='*sigh* life...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3872160503943955590</id><published>2009-11-06T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:29:28.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR5rXj7JI/AAAAAAAAFsw/ymLmRRB11zs/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR5rXj7JI/AAAAAAAAFsw/ymLmRRB11zs/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR5xPHITI/AAAAAAAAFs4/D6hHMGQIn4I/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR5xPHITI/AAAAAAAAFs4/D6hHMGQIn4I/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm able to sleep in on Saturday mornings I'm generally greeted by this little guy standing on  my head. If I choose to ignore him, he starts to huff and puff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second photo was taken by my sweet sweet sister who decided it was time for me to get up and play with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my little monster... Doesn't he look so bored and semi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;? It's as if he's thinking "COME ON, woman!!! I gotta peeeeee!!!!" Most certainly revenge is on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;I"m not amused as you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR6APdfcI/AAAAAAAAFtA/6juPl3J3rS0/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR6APdfcI/AAAAAAAAFtA/6juPl3J3rS0/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3872160503943955590?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3872160503943955590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3872160503943955590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3872160503943955590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3872160503943955590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-mornings.html' title='Saturday Mornings'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSR5rXj7JI/AAAAAAAAFsw/ymLmRRB11zs/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6248605508116528082</id><published>2009-11-06T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:22:49.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I actually went out and got a costume this year, courtesy of Torrid! The costume was called "Heidi" but i'm thinking it was a bar maid dealy. This man, who was decked in a King Arthur - Knights of Round Table get up came up to me and asked "So, like what percentage  German Bar Maid are you? I responded "Ummmm like .0000001%?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Picture here is my girl, Nicole (college chica and Sigma Lambda Alpha-er). I"m not exactly sure what she was....Vampire-cholo-rocker? I dunno...she tried. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhS7R2CI/AAAAAAAAFsY/bYjC78PKCGE/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhS7R2CI/AAAAAAAAFsY/bYjC78PKCGE/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictured below Kitty (Debbie) &amp;amp; Myself at a BBW party in Arlington &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhgurLnI/AAAAAAAAFsg/S4W_8t8TrEE/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhgurLnI/AAAAAAAAFsg/S4W_8t8TrEE/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Adrianna &amp;amp; Myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhrUojsI/AAAAAAAAFso/VWeKcK8wE_c/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhrUojsI/AAAAAAAAFso/VWeKcK8wE_c/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6248605508116528082?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6248605508116528082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6248605508116528082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6248605508116528082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6248605508116528082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SvSRhS7R2CI/AAAAAAAAFsY/bYjC78PKCGE/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4881527940009279747</id><published>2009-10-29T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:49:10.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=( broke my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This article totally made me sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuoNqzAz78I/AAAAAAAAFnY/M3406SgqiYI/s1600-h/_46631028_tummy.466.body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuoNqzAz78I/AAAAAAAAFnY/M3406SgqiYI/s400/_46631028_tummy.466.body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398142132256239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8327753.stm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4881527940009279747?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4881527940009279747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4881527940009279747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4881527940009279747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4881527940009279747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/broke-my-heart_29.html' title='=( broke my heart'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuoNqzAz78I/AAAAAAAAFnY/M3406SgqiYI/s72-c/_46631028_tummy.466.body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8287216922615638299</id><published>2009-10-29T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:46:14.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=( broke my heart</title><content type='html'>This article totally made me sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8327753.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8287216922615638299?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8287216922615638299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8287216922615638299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8287216922615638299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8287216922615638299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/broke-my-heart.html' title='=( broke my heart'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1516215145564027763</id><published>2009-10-29T14:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:36:23.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuntxLPW3mI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/V4idsUTGLUY/s1600-h/pie+chart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuntxLPW3mI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/V4idsUTGLUY/s400/pie+chart.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398107057466826338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought this was cute! Don't you? Clever Cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't wait to start baking for Thanksgiving! I LOVE holidays! Being Mexican-American certainly lends to itself to rather odd traditions. We get to mix match all sorts of yummy foods,  we get to the best of both worlds?! Have you ever had corn bread stuffing with pico de gallo? Well, don't knock it till you try it! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mmmmm left overs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I be posting about Halloween? I totally bypassed that event and skipped to the goodies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1516215145564027763?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1516215145564027763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1516215145564027763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1516215145564027763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1516215145564027763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/yumms.html' title='Yumms'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SuntxLPW3mI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/V4idsUTGLUY/s72-c/pie+chart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5942554597899920601</id><published>2009-10-21T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:50:31.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the lovies that were able to come out and play for the birthday evening portion of festivities. We landed in SweetWater that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*note these were taken by me....I'll have more to post later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IfSNaVKI/AAAAAAAAFlo/mFM15MCOCRc/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IfSNaVKI/AAAAAAAAFlo/mFM15MCOCRc/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110580914377890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie B &amp;amp; Shaynie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IfaO2UlI/AAAAAAAAFlg/K98DoCmxk6k/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IfaO2UlI/AAAAAAAAFlg/K98DoCmxk6k/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110583067890258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaynie &amp;amp; Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILjwO-EI/AAAAAAAAFlY/SYvE4JuZuU4/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILjwO-EI/AAAAAAAAFlY/SYvE4JuZuU4/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110242026453058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renatta &amp;amp; Sara A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILZ_1OJI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/SDTVLnjx7zI/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILZ_1OJI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/SDTVLnjx7zI/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110239407519890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara L &amp;amp; Mita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILFKS1aI/AAAAAAAAFlI/YKiWcjW7g3M/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9ILFKS1aI/AAAAAAAAFlI/YKiWcjW7g3M/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110233814259106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myself &amp;amp; Sexy Slowry - She's silly!&lt;br /&gt;We're silly!&lt;br /&gt;I heart her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IK4tiVPI/AAAAAAAAFlA/pEzOIMQcTfc/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IK4tiVPI/AAAAAAAAFlA/pEzOIMQcTfc/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110230472414450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so now we're playing nice for the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IKjgMqLI/AAAAAAAAFk4/mRcvQL3cFXE/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IKjgMqLI/AAAAAAAAFk4/mRcvQL3cFXE/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395110224779323570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;So Sassy! So Classy! So Super Chica-licious!!&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/7931232628628695976-5942554597899920601?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5942554597899920601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5942554597899920601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5942554597899920601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5942554597899920601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-evening.html' title='Birthday Evening'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St9IfSNaVKI/AAAAAAAAFlo/mFM15MCOCRc/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7571093776153365672</id><published>2009-10-20T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:03:14.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm waiting on photos from my photographer/sister of my birthday pictures. Once I have them in my hot little hand I'll share!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the meantime....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm jamming out to my favorite Christmas Music! I feel in love with this Christmas CD while in college. Thanks Lyana Banana (college roomie!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St3sp_7YJMI/AAAAAAAAFkY/Vikxk-eNtgU/s1600-h/MC+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St3sp_7YJMI/AAAAAAAAFkY/Vikxk-eNtgU/s400/MC+music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394728134938993858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7571093776153365672?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7571093776153365672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7571093776153365672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7571093776153365672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7571093776153365672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/St3sp_7YJMI/AAAAAAAAFkY/Vikxk-eNtgU/s72-c/MC+music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7768687319582724609</id><published>2009-10-19T13:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:53:58.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daevin'/><title type='text'>Babykins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Sty1gEtkdrI/AAAAAAAAFjs/hSC5ojxr4AQ/s1600-h/7032_1221163020199_1562668020_588635_689435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Sty1gEtkdrI/AAAAAAAAFjs/hSC5ojxr4AQ/s400/7032_1221163020199_1562668020_588635_689435_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this little chub.&lt;br /&gt;New born Deavin vs current Daevin.... are they even the same baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Sty1gfJFMKI/AAAAAAAAFj0/60gcBjqLCoY/s1600-h/7026_1207327634323_1562668020_550240_5869536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Sty1gfJFMKI/AAAAAAAAFj0/60gcBjqLCoY/s400/7026_1207327634323_1562668020_550240_5869536_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just wanna kiss these piglets? I know I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7768687319582724609?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7768687319582724609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7768687319582724609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7768687319582724609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7768687319582724609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/babykins.html' title='Babykins!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Sty1gEtkdrI/AAAAAAAAFjs/hSC5ojxr4AQ/s72-c/7032_1221163020199_1562668020_588635_689435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-1013553126290732397</id><published>2009-10-14T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:14:42.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough seat on that chair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/StYSxB5Tw4I/AAAAAAAAFhU/Pak3GvoTyNc/s1600-h/50686370.8596B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/StYSxB5Tw4I/AAAAAAAAFhU/Pak3GvoTyNc/s400/50686370.8596B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392518237354443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sister and I headed to a "local health food place"  yesterday after work as I needed to return something. We decided to stay for dinner. It's a cute little place with a great salad bar, and great soups..etc. During the course of our dinner I notice she's fidgeting back and forth in her chair. She gets up rather quickly and heads off to refill her water. As she's leaving she slightly looks back at the chair and mutters "dang! there's not enough seat on that chair!" and walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it!! I couldn't stop laughing as I totally understood what she was saying. Those chairs we were certainly NOT big booty friendly!!! Anyhow, the entire time that's refilling her drink I can't help but laugh and by the time she returns to the table I'm hysterical!! (I love when laughter bubbles over that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only America could have a bird's eye view of our adventurous in sisterhood, I'm 100% positive that we'd have our own TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-1013553126290732397?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1013553126290732397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=1013553126290732397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1013553126290732397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/1013553126290732397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-enough-seat-on-that-chair.html' title='Not enough seat on that chair!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/StYSxB5Tw4I/AAAAAAAAFhU/Pak3GvoTyNc/s72-c/50686370.8596B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2842114746689623995</id><published>2009-10-08T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:18:24.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Triathlon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Ss5Iwm1PcnI/AAAAAAAAFfs/RrbCZLKwYeM/s1600-h/indoor_triathlon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Ss5Iwm1PcnI/AAAAAAAAFfs/RrbCZLKwYeM/s400/indoor_triathlon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390325803903840882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something to train for and look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.active.com/page/Event_Details.htm?event_id=1792707&amp;amp;assetId=930AB3EF-4DBF-4E85-BBAA-E3B9F662D702"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK HERE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2842114746689623995?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2842114746689623995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2842114746689623995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2842114746689623995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2842114746689623995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-triathlon.html' title='Next Triathlon'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Ss5Iwm1PcnI/AAAAAAAAFfs/RrbCZLKwYeM/s72-c/indoor_triathlon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5774592261231831525</id><published>2009-09-22T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:10:04.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy times'/><title type='text'>Seasons This!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, FALL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've missed you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fall doesn't officially start until 5:18pm EDT, but still....it's here!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5774592261231831525?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5774592261231831525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5774592261231831525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5774592261231831525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5774592261231831525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/seasons-this.html' title='Seasons This!!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-4975809406243536550</id><published>2009-09-21T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:13:14.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so tired today. Trying to tackle my work load is nearly impossible at the moment. If I could only lay my head down and sleep for a few hours maybe I could focus this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so tired you can't sleep? I think that was my problem last night. I just laid there in bed for what seemed like forever! I finally feel asleep around 1:30 only to be up and moving by 6:20am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Who needs food? I think I'm to tired to chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-4975809406243536550?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4975809406243536550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=4975809406243536550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4975809406243536550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/4975809406243536550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2082059551349375370</id><published>2009-09-11T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:11:12.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recovery'/><title type='text'>Long way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqrGsSQWLxI/AAAAAAAAFYc/9iwhUj1xG5o/s1600-h/S6302624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqrGsSQWLxI/AAAAAAAAFYc/9iwhUj1xG5o/s400/S6302624.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love this photo. It was taken during small group many many Monday nights ago. I was going through Recovery at the Village and during that time God was stirring up all sorts of hidden festering messes in my heart. It was a painfully sweet time to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of my friends and family already know I'm a pretty sentimental person. I cry for anything, a sweet commercial/movie/song, a tender word, a genuine compliment, a huge accomplishment or after a really hard laugh. On this particular night my heart was incredibly tender, no matter what I did I couldn't stop crying!!! I just sat there and cried and cried! It wasn't just a sad cry either, it was a sweet "Thank you, Jesus for being so merciful to show me" kinda cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you'll notice in the photo I'm half crying and half laughing. My girl, Sara came to "comfort" me as the tears flowed, but what's 100 times more funny is that Sara wasn't (up until that point) an outwardly affectionate person. I mean don't get me wrong... this woman would die for me but at the time we were still getting to know each other and her sweet extension of awkward comfort just made me cry all the more!!! She didn't know what to do. She didn't offer to hug me, but I do remember her putting her hand on my shoulder and sorta patting me. Sara, my very own Sexy Slowry just sat there and let me cry it out. She didn't, nor did anyone else at that time, know what to do for me but the mere fact that they'd try was heartwarming and memorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love, Sara. I'll forever cherish this photo! I'll forever cherish your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2082059551349375370?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2082059551349375370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2082059551349375370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2082059551349375370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2082059551349375370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-way.html' title='Long way....'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqrGsSQWLxI/AAAAAAAAFYc/9iwhUj1xG5o/s72-c/S6302624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6345355664725625503</id><published>2009-09-09T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:53:47.825-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Monster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqgK7cBkIjI/AAAAAAAAFXc/ZKFUC_VCsLI/s1600-h/7026_1193795576030_1562668020_513040_2712050_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqgK7cBkIjI/AAAAAAAAFXc/ZKFUC_VCsLI/s400/7026_1193795576030_1562668020_513040_2712050_n.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqgK7_68q8I/AAAAAAAAFXk/eziUvjGB3Eg/s1600-h/7026_1193796336049_1562668020_513044_1981088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqgK7_68q8I/AAAAAAAAFXk/eziUvjGB3Eg/s400/7026_1193796336049_1562668020_513044_1981088_n.jpg" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my Daddy-o and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;granbaby&lt;/span&gt;. It was really cute to see how my dad tended to his grandson while my parents visited over the weekend. As much as my dad loves to cut up and have fun it seemed that when he was holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daevin&lt;/span&gt; nothing else matters... not even his DAUGHTERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm OK....really! I love that little dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what he's thinking here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While hanging out with my brother and sister-in-law I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daevin's&lt;/span&gt; a dancer...meaning he hears a beat and just starts moving and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shakin&lt;/span&gt;' it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheri (my sister-in-law): Not me! I hope he's a ninja! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and I just busted out laughing!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6345355664725625503?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6345355664725625503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6345355664725625503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6345355664725625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6345355664725625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/monster.html' title='Monster...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SqgK7cBkIjI/AAAAAAAAFXc/ZKFUC_VCsLI/s72-c/7026_1193795576030_1562668020_513040_2712050_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-6532104903319573310</id><published>2009-09-08T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:24:57.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is stirring......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change are calling my name.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I got this feeling I was headed back to Texas and before then I was headed to Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love change. I love the newness of everything in a new environment. I love meeting new people. I love waiting on God to orchestrate friendships and future relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, something is stirring in my heart. I can't pinpoint it. A new relationship is budding. My heart is longing for a facility to officially begin the dream of Texas Waterbabies (my swim school) and on top of it all I'm feeling really insecure at work these days....maybe I should go back to school and become a nurse. Or, maybe I should get my masters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one constant in my life is the on going battle toward weight removal and life. The other true constant is God. He never moves. He never changes. It's still hard for me to understand his grace even after I've turned my back on Him time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this (Psalm 143) a two weeks ago and I continue to gravitate toward these words because they are so me in this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16298"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; So my spirit grows faint within me;&lt;br /&gt;       my heart within me is dismayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16299"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; I remember the days of long ago;&lt;br /&gt;       I meditate on all your works&lt;br /&gt;       and consider what your hands have done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16300"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I spread out my hands to you;&lt;br /&gt;       my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.&lt;br /&gt;       Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest of the chapter is beautiful, but at this time I remember the days of long ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-6532104903319573310?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6532104903319573310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=6532104903319573310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6532104903319573310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/6532104903319573310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/heavy.html' title='Heavy.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-3857143682162292340</id><published>2009-08-31T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:55:57.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>2 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxQp12QI/AAAAAAAAFTk/iSdcRNdYwXs/s1600-h/5694_1188285438280_1562668020_496474_889464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxQp12QI/AAAAAAAAFTk/iSdcRNdYwXs/s400/5694_1188285438280_1562668020_496474_889464_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This photo brought happy tears to my eyes! Not only does his smile melt my heart but looking at him in this photo so reminds me of my sister when she was a chunky little baby chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxnlmZyI/AAAAAAAAFTs/GMgtn1no_fY/s1600-h/5374_1183218671614_1562668020_479879_4066606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxnlmZyI/AAAAAAAAFTs/GMgtn1no_fY/s400/5374_1183218671614_1562668020_479879_4066606_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't refuse this child anything!&lt;br /&gt;He's 100% delicious and totally cute in his plaid shorts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxyXkeBI/AAAAAAAAFT0/h7yUT31yMWI/s1600-h/5694_1188282838215_1562668020_496464_4079768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxyXkeBI/AAAAAAAAFT0/h7yUT31yMWI/s400/5694_1188282838215_1562668020_496464_4079768_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha! He's posing here with his fantasy football mascot uniform! My friend, Nancy, says he looks like a little turtle... I couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGyGrYInI/AAAAAAAAFT8/JKaDG5gE7Vo/s1600-h/5694_1188285358278_1562668020_496472_3366985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGyGrYInI/AAAAAAAAFT8/JKaDG5gE7Vo/s400/5694_1188285358278_1562668020_496472_3366985_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her is Daevin's Grandpa Thomas wearing his lucky Fantasy football shirt! Does the logo look familiar? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-3857143682162292340?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3857143682162292340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=3857143682162292340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3857143682162292340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/3857143682162292340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-months.html' title='2 months!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpxGxQp12QI/AAAAAAAAFTk/iSdcRNdYwXs/s72-c/5694_1188285438280_1562668020_496474_889464_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8935970130505171708</id><published>2009-08-27T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:48:50.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over heard'/><title type='text'>Overheard...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="title"&gt;Again these were found on Overhead on the streets of New York.  I laughed out loud when I read these....&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;The Wednesday One-Liner Diet Doesn't Work         &lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 121780 --&gt;Little girl to sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; It has 140 calories in it, that could like... kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Food Emporium, 68th &amp;amp; Broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 115977 --&gt;Blonde girl on phone&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, I need to lose like 30 pounds but the problem is that I got my body used to food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--224th St &amp;amp; Jamaica Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 120641 --&gt;Teen girl, after being caught with empty beer cans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; No! Trust me, it wasn't me. I don't drink beer, it has way too many calories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Park Slope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 124654 --&gt;40-something mom to chubby daughter with YMCA gymnastics shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Don't eat here, go to CVS! Get some mints... you'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--Wendy's  At Metropolitan Ave. and Woodhaven Blvd,   Queens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: D. Scibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 125518 --&gt;Very old, overweight mother to old less overweight daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I need to lose 20 pounds, but you, you need to lose 40 pounds. When you're as skinny as her (points at woman working at register), then I'll buy you carrot cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--168th &amp;amp; Broadway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="overheard_by"&gt;Overheard by: Alison R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 125521 --&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women in Morbidly obesity couple walking hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt; The woman says "harry, I hate it when we're on separate starvation schedules."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;--7th St &amp;amp; First Ave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8935970130505171708?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8935970130505171708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8935970130505171708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8935970130505171708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8935970130505171708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/overheardagain.html' title='Overheard...again'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-937848738884980579</id><published>2009-08-27T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:28:39.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twix Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Spb4LoAZ6sI/AAAAAAAAFSU/TDg_8f9fM7A/s1600-h/drsoda_2070_333083726.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Spb4LoAZ6sI/AAAAAAAAFSU/TDg_8f9fM7A/s400/drsoda_2070_333083726.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374756083914631874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So, yesterday I went into our kitchen to grab my mid afternoon snack (cottage cheese and strawberries) when I noticed that some evil somebody refilled the refrigerated candy bowl! Instantly, a mental "FRICK!" goes off. There was this perfectly-perfect fun size twix just within my reach. Thankfully, I was armed and ready to bypass my beloved twix as I knew I needed to spare my points for that night's delicious dinner out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yay, for me!! I passed the test! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;However, no hot dated planned for tonight so I got my Twix Fix! Oh, thank you sweet Jesus for birthing the Twix idea in Twix inventor's heart and for fun size candy! Had there been a king size twix in the frig I most likely would've eaten that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;According to WikiAnswers - Mars invented the Twix. Whatever! I'm sure they bought rights for the bar from some poor farmer's wife for like a $5.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-937848738884980579?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/937848738884980579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=937848738884980579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/937848738884980579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/937848738884980579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/twix-fix.html' title='Twix Fix'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Spb4LoAZ6sI/AAAAAAAAFSU/TDg_8f9fM7A/s72-c/drsoda_2070_333083726.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-5281302245591887427</id><published>2009-08-24T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:06:38.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeydew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We have the most fun with the most simplest of things... I'm not sure how this got started but Roddey (my dog) clearly thought this honeydew melon was his new toy. Thankfully, honeydews have thick skin!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mBh_UD7isc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mBh_UD7isc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I laugh each time I see this video. :) Life is good and God is great!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-5281302245591887427?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5281302245591887427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=5281302245591887427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5281302245591887427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/5281302245591887427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeydew.html' title='Honeydew!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2362809509027655922</id><published>2009-08-24T14:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:11:24.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This little piggy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wanted a pet piggy. Not only is this guy cuteness BUT he swims!!! Double Dang total bonus!!! I recently came across this photos in www.cuteoverload.com (the cutest of cute blogs EVER!!) This little piggy knows my aquatic love language! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpLvg3N2pUI/AAAAAAAAFQs/C-14K12Z6j0/s1600-h/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpLvg3N2pUI/AAAAAAAAFQs/C-14K12Z6j0/s400/piggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373620653263332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love that swimming is for everyone! And, if you're thinking that you don't swim because you've never learned please come talk to me! I can help anyone learn to swim. AND, if you're thinking that you just "can't" be caught dead in a swim suit.... also come talk to me! Believe you me if you're standing next to me in a swim suit, no body's gonna be paying attention to you.... so, you'll be spared the scrutiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm done living my life for the sake of others. What will people think? What will people say? Who cares?!!? People are going to talk regardless. I'd rather die knowing that I lived than live knowing that I was so chicken to try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2362809509027655922?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2362809509027655922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2362809509027655922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2362809509027655922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2362809509027655922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-little-piggy.html' title='This little piggy...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SpLvg3N2pUI/AAAAAAAAFQs/C-14K12Z6j0/s72-c/piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-684825388350179584</id><published>2009-08-20T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:45:37.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I needed some inspiration for writing and got distracted while reading the &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York blog&lt;/a&gt;. Good stuff! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;          Wednesday Doesn't Eat Enough to Keep a One-Liner Alive         &lt;/h3&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 107440 --&gt;Skinny professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; John* [a chubby professor] and I started Weight Watchers together at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*this next one was my favorite!! What a total dork!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 109769 --&gt;Skinny girl to clerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Hi, do you have a soy-based, non-dairy substitute for heavy cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;Girl ordering Coffee Coolatta with skim milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I hope this tastes as good as it did when I was anorexic. Everything tasted good back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="location"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;Jewish grandmotherly type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Women with anorexia seem to have such strange eating habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="speakerline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="speakerlabel"&gt;Anorexic-looking girl&lt;/span&gt;: I want a tic tac. I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*made me smirk!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back in high school I ran with a pretty fun group of people. One of my close friends was Gina. She was a skinny little thing. Well, not so much as short-little, just skinny little. So, one weekend we were hanging out at our friends Tom's house. And, in Tom's house lived,  lived Tom's mother! She was infamous for always speaking her mind. She sorta lost her polite-filter long ago, so one always knew to prepare for mild verbal bashing and to never to take what she said to personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On that particular weekend Gina happened to come over. She was running around the kitchen and living room acting "special" when in comes Tom's mom, Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary: Hey y'all! How is everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Us: Hi, Mrs. Ramos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary: (sees Gina running around and gives her a confused &amp;amp; sympathetic looked) Aye, Gina! You're so skinny! Look at you! Somebody get her a tortilla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We just busted out laughing!!! Good times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-684825388350179584?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/684825388350179584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=684825388350179584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/684825388350179584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/684825388350179584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-2332006013822450449</id><published>2009-08-17T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:51:54.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SonQzq1VA7I/AAAAAAAAFME/m4tdJFTK6x8/s1600-h/WPM2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SonQzq1VA7I/AAAAAAAAFME/m4tdJFTK6x8/s400/WPM2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....I'm done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This baby boy has officially stolen my heart!  This is his first smile snap shot taken courtesy of camera phone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I babysat Daevin for the first time (alone) the weekend before last and lemme just say that I'm a total punk! For the most part we had a pretty chill time, but toward the very end of the night he got a bit fussy. David, my brother, happen to call right as he was starting to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;David: What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:  Nothing much. Daevin just woke up from nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;David: (laughing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: I'm warming up a bottle for him right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;David: we'll be home in 15 minutes. We'll feed him when we get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: OK. (meanwhile switching positions and trying to get him comfortable)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's almost been about 15 mintues and Deavin is screaming. Actually, not only is he screaming but there are real life tears!!! Like little baby tears screaming down his face! I lost it! I couldnt' take it anymore. I would've done anything to make him happy. So, 14 minutes into the screaming I breakdown and give him his bottle. He instantly stops crying. I make my way to the couch and sit down just as David opens the door and stops.....  I was in big trouble!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;David: What are you doing?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: HE WAS CRYING!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's official.....I'm whooped!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my brother started a blog.... he'll probably kill me for posting this but his current post had me laughing so hard I cried!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check it out here  - http://cdinfante.blogspot.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-2332006013822450449?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2332006013822450449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=2332006013822450449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2332006013822450449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/2332006013822450449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/stick-fork-in-me.html' title='Stick a fork in me.....'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SonQzq1VA7I/AAAAAAAAFME/m4tdJFTK6x8/s72-c/WPM2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-7202290805097093536</id><published>2009-08-17T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:24:16.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Somwe1JnLcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/onhuQS1YV8Q/s1600-h/WPM3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Somwe1JnLcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/onhuQS1YV8Q/s400/WPM3.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brother sent this to me via email today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I busted out laughing and instantly thought.... My poor baby Daevin! haha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's kinda sick that I already love laughing at him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's so delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-7202290805097093536?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7202290805097093536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=7202290805097093536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7202290805097093536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/7202290805097093536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-moment.html' title='Haha moment!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/Somwe1JnLcI/AAAAAAAAFK4/onhuQS1YV8Q/s72-c/WPM3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-9059679619724845760</id><published>2009-08-12T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:36:23.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammer Curl Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I could video blog this but I don't have the time to set that up at the moment so you're stuck reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body-for-life-for-WOMEN is no joke! I started reading the book and preparing my 6 million meals a day last week. I also started the workout regime on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cardio&lt;/span&gt; (30 minute minimum)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Weight (Upper body)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Weights (Lower Body &amp;amp; Abs)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Weights (Upper body)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Recovery and Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems easy enough right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; ....I don't think so. Y'all remember how hard I was working with Sir Chadwick and lemme tell you that after yesterday's upper body workout I can hardly raise my arms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the upper body breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;10 minute warm up&lt;br /&gt;10-15 minutes of stretching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busted out like so: rep 1 - 20, rep 2 - 15, rep 3 - 10&lt;br /&gt;Rest 1 minute in between reps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rest 2 minutes when transitioning to new muscle group&lt;br /&gt;Chest: Push Ups &amp;amp; Dumbbell flies (15lbs)&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders: Front Raises &amp;amp; Lateral Raises (15 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;Back: Seated Rows &amp;amp; Dumbbell Rows (60lbs then 15lbs)&lt;br /&gt;Triceps: Cable pull downs &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; extensions (20lbs)&lt;br /&gt;Biceps: Biceps Curls &amp;amp; Hammer Curls (12-15lbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember how to properly do a hammer curl so I asked this guy (he seemed more than happy to assist, so don't be afraid to ask for help) and after his demo I took a quick minute rest. Hammer curl time started and by the time I got to 20 I literally thought I was on fire! Every part of my upper arms and sides felt like they were burning! He stood there watching me so I knew I couldn't punk out and quit (not that I would've or anything - but still!!) and when he noticed that I had a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; going he gave a thumbs up and raised eyebrows of approval. He looked so proud.....I on the other hand was red faced and spitting!! When my first rep was finished I leaned over to drop the weights and while down there I literally raspy-whispered "WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFF!@#$%^&amp;amp;**&amp;amp;^%%$#@#@!@!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did! I totally dropped the F bomb and I couldn't even contain myself. I made myself finish the last two reps and I couldn't be happier to get out of there. I'm actually looking forward to just doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 11 weeks and 4 days to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-9059679619724845760?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9059679619724845760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=9059679619724845760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/9059679619724845760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/9059679619724845760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/ello.html' title='Hammer Curl Time!'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7931232628628695976.post-8775463985468072552</id><published>2009-08-11T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:42:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottoms Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I was in the middle of filling out an ice breaker. I needed to follow up the previous "After work I plan on having a drink". My sentence needed to start with a B. I started by saying "Bottoms Up" then wasn't sure I knew exactly what it meant...I Googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I found.... don't be afraid just laugh with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bottomsup.ca/forMen.htm"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7931232628628695976-8775463985468072552?l=marcybaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8775463985468072552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7931232628628695976&amp;postID=8775463985468072552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8775463985468072552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7931232628628695976/posts/default/8775463985468072552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcybaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/bottoms-up.html' title='Bottoms Up'/><author><name>Marcy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12062062270057491508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KDqOgChl_CQ/SfjQvRf_QbI/AAAAAAAAEL4/fp1Jb-Fg0tU/S220/100_6908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
